Political PyroNovember 30, 2009 11:20 pmA Few Thoughts, Thought and Not so Thought
Like Woodrow Wilson, whose wife essentially ran the country for over a year when he was incapacitated by a stroke, Ted Kennedy clung to power tighter than his own wheelchair as bouncers from a local titty bar lifted the half-dead Senator on and off his royal yacht to sail the holy waters surrounding the vast Kennedy compound in Hyannis Port.
It’s rumored that during Barack Obama’s inaugural ball when Teddy suffered a massive seizure, someone managed to force a pen between his teeth to sign one last bill. Even in death, another rumor insists, Kennedy still retains his beloved power by signing legislation when aids place documents on his grave for two drops of alcohol percolating from the gin-soaked soil above his coffin. These drops, like the drool from the corners of Wilson’s paralyzed mouth will serve as an official signature until a replacement can be named in 2025 when the grave is expected to run dry.
Any senator with even the smallest regard for his constituents would have allowed the voters of his state the chance to name his replacement the second he was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer.
But not Teddy Kennedy.
A Kennedy never resigns.
Alas, only God could remove Ted Kennedy from the Senate chamber. Perhaps near the end he thought he could buy his way out of death with his father’s blood fortune amassed during his gangster days as a rum runner.
In the 1970’s, after the success of Mary Jo’s demise, Ted Kennedy elected himself mayor of Cooterville and stampeded his way through fifths of Jack Daniels and a populace of pussy. The decade took it’s toll on the family legend. In 1980, after losing his party’s nomination to a Georgia hick, Ted Kennedy must have known that his chance at martyrdom would never come.
Not worth the price of the metal for a single bullet, by 1980 Ted Kennedy obtained a life-long pass from the American Snipers Association.
The key to Kennedy’s character was his unwillingness to resign from the power bestowed upon him partly by a father obsessed with buying all his sons a golden ticket to power, partly by the braindead citizens of Massachusetts who in 47 years lacked the vision to cast their sacred vote for anyone other than a dead president’s brother.

So the Senate seat now sits as vacant as the eyes of Mary Jo Kopechne amidst the ruins created by a man whose sole legacy was creating piles of human wreckage for someone else to sort through and clean up. Without his father or his brothers here to pick up the phone and come to Teddy’s rescue, it looks as if that final task will be left to the voters of Massachusetts.

Thanks, Ted.



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