Too many thoughts in too few days. So much that merits an observation or two, so hard to distill into few mere words.

 The Kennedy era has ended. There may be other, lower-profile Kennedys in politics for the foreseeable future, but the dynasty with which we grew up is no more. Your humble scribe was old enough to understand the dynasty’s appeal when it began, and has lived to see it end. What a panorama.

This post will be about “us” more than “them,” but there is so much noteworthy about “them” that bears mention.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, your humble scribe has heard it all before, and then some:

John Kennedy was a hopeless shagaholic who nailed broads left and right and center. Via dad Joe Sr., John was mobbed up. He was too limp-wristedly liberal to be an effective Commander in Chief in threatening times. He tolerated, by turning a benignly blind eye, cronyism and corruption. He was soft on Communism and caved in to “special interests,” prepared to let blacks cast more than three-fifths of a ballot. Pinko scumbag.

Bobby was a petulant little prick who worked for Joe McCarthy, used people to get ahead in politics and was a craven opportunist. He was also a shagaholic of some renown and would cut any deal with any devil to further his own aims. Commie appeaser, shrinking violet on Viet Nam, friendly with darkies and other assorted swarthies. Pinko scumbag.

Teddy was expelled from Harvard for having somebody else write his tests for him, in his name. He was responsible for the death of Mary Jo Kopechne in 1969. A liquor-pig, Teddy was a serial shagaholic, as were his father and brothers. His only serious Presidential campaign was against sitting Democratic President Jimmy Carter, leading to a party split exploited by the GOP to elect Ronald Fuckin’ Reagan. He was the least gifted, and least threatening, of the three brothers. Pinko scumbag.

But there is another side.

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