With the death of Ted Kennedy conveniently timed to match the terminal illness of the Democrat’s healthcare nationalization bill, the media condescension has finally begun in earnest. “Let’s name it after Ted’ the media cheered, “let’s win one for the tippler!’, as if that would actually rally the troops to this dog of a bill.
The bill itself has irreconcilable problems relating to the Whitehouse’s (and the Union’s) demands that it include enough socialism to result in inevitable nationalization of the entire industry. But insistence or no, the ‘Blue Dog’ Democrats all realize that if they vote yes for a bill like this one then they’ll be short lived in Washington. Then they’ll have to go back and get honest work in the …gulp… private sector. And that’s the last thing any of them want to face in an economic climate like this.
But that’s not slowing down the media any in their embarrassing attempt to rewrite history to suit present requirements of the Democrats. They are crafting obituaries about Kennedy that make him sound like some kind of pale skinned Ghandi, happy to sacrifice his own happiness for the good of America. It’s tragic if you ask me. Not the part of them rewriting history, that’s an old story as far as leftists go and who in the “news media” isn’t a devout leftist. No… what’s tragic is that they think Americans are stupid enough to believe it.
I was as generous as I could manage with the little blurb I wrote about Ted the other day, but after reading the kind of revisionist slop that’s coming from Reuters, the Washington Post and Time Magazine, I’m going to start a movement to rename the healthcare bill after Mary Jo Kopechne, just to try to balance all the saccharine out. And my Kopechne-Care bill will be much simpler than the 1000 page nonsense rattling around the SEIU offices.
In my bill we leave everything the same except, if your elderly parents get sick we’ll just load them into the passenger seat of a Buick and run them off a bridge into 20 feet of water. (If grandma turns out to be a better swimmer than we thought we’ll just take off the inside car door handles first.) The whole thing can be paid for by a tax on gin and on multimillion dollar trust funds. Although now that Teddy’s gone a revenue stream like that probably won’t go quite as far as it used to. In fact the whole Kennedy clan is getting a little thin these days so maybe we had better make that a tax on sneering condescension instead. At least that way it might finally get those journalists to shut up.
The Kennedy boys weren’t really heroes (with the possible exception of Joe Jr who had the good taste to die in the process, sparing generations of junior high school kids from reading ghost written memoirs about the battle of Britain). Or if they were heroes, they probably shouldn’t have been. They were a great big Irish family of philandering drunks who bought their way into power with money earned from the family smuggling operation. And since I come from a great big Irish family of philandering drunks myself, I know the type pretty well. In fact, if my grandfather had spent a little more time selling whiskey instead of drinking it, then we could be talking about my family. And maybe I could be sitting in an ancestral congressional seat waiting for my dad to die so I can move into the senate.
Teddy spent several decades in Washington practicing the kind of self aggrandizing power snatching that makes someone in DC a legend. His policies hurt the country and made life harder for many Americans, but they made him feel better so I guess it was OK. No… it wasn’t ok. Much of what he did both professionally and personally was shameful. He killed that young girl and the only price he ever paid for it was he had to learn to content himself with a Senate seat instead of becoming president. He shamefully slandered Robert Bork during his confirmation hearings, defining what many call the ultimate low point in the politics of personal destruction. And he not only supported the most disastrous liberal polices of the last half century but was a sponsor for most of it. It’s hard to think of a single man who did more damage to America, who didn’t get the Army sent after him in retaliation.
In the meantime there was his personal life. During his time in DC he kicked his wife to the curb the minute she became inconvenient for him, spent 3 decades soaked in gin, and managed to get seen with his pants off by nearly every woman in southeast Florida. The Kennedy parties were legendary, not the least of which because uncle Ted could smooth things over at 3AM when the noise complaints from the neighbors finally forced the cops to show up. They talk about his congeniality in the halls of congress, but given the source I wonder if that isn’t more of an indictment then a pardon.
The fact is, Teddy was a mess in virtually every way. But as a Kennedy he was so anointed, so privileged, and so exempt from the rules that hold sway over we peasants, that he could have raped an 11 year old boy on national TV, and the next day the NYTimes above the fold headline would have read that he ‘Cares for Children’. His was a life filled with the kind of excesses that only get excused for royalty. And in that way, he and his fawning media sycophants represent everything that this country was supposed to not be about.
He practiced the politics of self congratulation. And so long as you do that, the reliably leftist media won’t have anything bad to say about you… maybe ever. No matter who you hurt, who you slander, or who you leave to drown in your car at the bottom of a pond. Had Mary Jo Kopechne been able to walk on water like the media is pretending Ted could, then maybe she would still be alive today.
PS - If you think this is bad, just wait until the big rabbit in the sky finally catches up with Jimmy Carter.
PPS - Now that Teddy is no longer running up the congressional bar tab, the "Elder Statesman" of the Democrat Party is now Senator Robert Byrd, a former member of the Ku Klux Klan. The irony just never ends.
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