Ted Kennedy

The last of Joe Kennedy's sons died last night.

Good riddance.

I'm not going to eulogize Teddy Kennedy.  I don't think he deserves it.

I am, however, going to say, 'thank God the murdering bastard is finally dead.'  It may not be very Christian of me to say it, but I'm glad he suffered in the last months of his life.  It seems only fair. He deserved it for crashing his car, leaving the scene of the accident, and leaving poor Mary Jo Kopechne to drown because he was either too addled or too afraid of the consequences of doing the right thing to actually do the right thing, which would have been to simply call for help.  All it would have taken to save her was for him to go to the police.  He didn't do so.  He went back to his hotel room and called his political aides instead. Fishermen found the car, and Mary Jo's body, the next morning.  Acccording to the Beeb, evidence from the inquest suggested that she survived for hours due to a air pocket.   If only Teddy would have called the police, had called for any kind of help, she might have survived.  But, in his mind, his political future had more value than that of a secretary's life.    

He may never have intended to harm Mary Jo, he may never have intended to cause her death, but the end result was the same.  He never endured so much as a day's worth of jail for causing her death because he was an all-holy Kennedy. 

May the bastard rot in hell for all eternity.