I'm not actually happy that Senator Kennedy is dead. It does not give me any glee to know that someone has died, even if I did hate his fucking guts. I celebrated the announcement of the Senator's death for about thirty-five seconds until I realized that Barack Obama will now wave Teddy's bloody shirt much in the way that Jesse Jacka$$ waved MLK's; in a shameless attempt to guilt America into accepting his SS-approved "healthcare" "plan".
I'll admit, I'm not a fan of the Kennedys. Never have been, never will be. It's my considered opinion that JFK was a sham who didn't give a shit about Civil Rights, except that it was an issue that could be mined for votes. I count his accomplishments as bagging Jackie O, getting Daddy to buy him an election, shtupping Marilyn, and getting his head blown off. Between those highlights, the record is grim; Vietnam, Bay of Pigs, Cuban Missile Crisis, getting bullied by Kruschev in Paris, just to reel off the prime cuts.
As for Bobby, he was John Edwards before there was John Edwards. His greatest accomplishment; getting his brother's sloppy seconds and riding his brother's coattails. He was a nasty little snot who hid it well.
Don't get me started on the Father, who was a bootlegger with mafia connections, who wanted to appease the Nazis and get the British to surrender to Hitler, and then used the odiously-obtained family fortune to corrupt the American political system for the benefit of his family.
As for the rest of the clan, it seems to me that the only real talent any of them has ever displayed is the ability to kill themselves in the most spectacular and simultaneously ridiculous ways. How many people can say they had a relative who died while playing football on skis? How many of you have a brother-in-law who flew himself, your sister and an innocent bystander right into the Atlantic Ocean in the dead of night while displaying that famous Kennedy "risk-taking" persona? That Kennedy trait is simply spun by the media as the alpha-male buried inside every Kennedy man that occasionally gets the best of them. The truth is more like they manage to kill themselves in such sporting fashion because intelligence is apparently not a trait Kennedys were bred for. Those incidents, where a Kennedy man is dead through his own painfully-stupid action and lack of foresight, is eerily reminiscent of my days in the South; you knew someone was about to get hurt as soon as your heard someone shout "Hey ,Y'all! Check this out..."
There really is no difference between Hyannisport and HeeHaw, is there?
I shan't forget the Kennedy criminals (either blood relatives or related by marriage), accused rapists, convicted murderers, baby-sitter-molesters and so forth. And the Useless Mouth Branch of the family which trades on the family name shamelessly for no one's benefit but their own. That means you Kathleen Kennedy-Townshend, Patrick, and Joseph P. You're all about as useful as a condom in a convent.
Now the so-called "Lion of the Senate", the former alcoholic, accused-murderer, alleged accessory-after-the-fact-to-a-rape, the profligate taxpayer dollar waster, the faux-liberal, the false Catholic, the alleged wife-abusing fat sack of Senatorial windbag shit is gone.
I shan't muster a single tear, and I didn't watch a single minute of that over-the-top funeral coverage. A pompous asshole died; not anyone important.