Track-A-’Crat: The Roll Call of Democratic Delinquency

Was to cost you and I the sum of $431,000, which the city of Boston spent on overtime costs to deploy 629 police officers, 48 firefighters, and a slew of other public workers.

Well, they did have to cover three days of events marking his death.

Thank you, Ted, for this no less than everything else.

I’m finding myself disliking Edward Kennedy more now than ever before, mostly due to the incessant outpouring of adulation for someone whom did nothing to warrant it.

It’s not all down to that, though: a large part of it is due to Kennedy’s own posthumous shenanigans, which you can bet are going to continue for a long time.

Which is fine if you’re Elvis, but not if you’re the Killer of Chappaquiddick.

Kennedy’s 532-page memoir, True Compass, is set to be released on Sept. 14.  In it, Kennedy writes that his actions in the 1969 incident were “inexcusable” and that he “made terrible decisions.”

Easy to say (particularly once you’re no longer around to face the critics).

Except that he did excuse himself from any culpability and his “terrible decisions” did not extend as far as immediately going to the police, nor informing Mary Jo’s parents that he was responsible for their daughter’s death.

But forget about all that: he wanted to give the masses health care!

I’m not even going anywhere near the socialist blogs today.

Not while they’re all competing to see which can be the most sickening sycophant in beatifying a man (Edward Kennedy, 1932-2009) who was responsible for the death of another human being.

May God grant him that which he never asked for in public but which I hope he begged for in private: forgiveness.

While the family of Mary Jo Kopechne was still mourning her tragic and needless death, LIFE magazine saw fit to publish this obscenely idolatrous cover story of Ted Kennedy’s recovery.

I’m so glad that he got over causing the death of another human being so quickly.

The man is now dying, but I have little sympathy.  The Kennedy clan has been marked by extremes, seemingly doing little (if anything) in moderation: corruption, drinking, drug-taking, infidelity and killing.

And while I hope that whatever time he has left is as comfortable as it can be, I also hope in vain that Kennedy might in death do what he never did in life: offer some small token of remorse to the family of Mary Jo Kopechne.  It doesn’t need to – and shouldn’t – be made public, but a posthumous act of this kind would allow the remaining Kopechnes a slight peace-of-mind that has been denied them since Mary Jo’s death.

But Ted is not done yet, proving his immense willpower in remaining as corrupt as he possibly can be until the very end.

Nothing matters to Democrats except power and they will do anything to achieve and retain it.  In 2004, MA Democrats changed state law regarding the selection of a replacement senator to require a special state election, thus depriving then Gov. Mitt Romney of the lawful ability to fill the vacancy left by Sen. Kerry as he ran for president (y’know, like the Democrats recently did themselves in NY, IL and other places).  Such an election had to take place within five months.  Kennedy now wants to change this law again, to ensure that another subservient Democratic lackey will quickly fill his empty Senate seat.

And why does Kennedy so want this to happen?  To make the passage of Barry’s health care plan more likely, thereby guaranteeing that the peerless medical treatment that Kennedy has received for his entire life remains forever out of reach to peons like you and I.  Democrats absurdly think that they will level up health care, when all that their central command diktats will do is enforce a massive leveling down in the quality of health care provision.

Kennedy’s illness did not magically imbue him with the capacity to divine the solution to the health care issue, no more than being responsible for the death of another living soul allowed him to claim to be a man of conscience.

And helping to deliver state-rationed health care to millions of people who don’t want it, not to mention millions of illegal immigrants, will not atone for his past sins, either.

UPDATE: I erred before.  Whenever mention of Ted Kennedy (I really dislike even referring to him as “Ted” as that implies some slight sense of camaraderie, kinship or familiarity, none of which I have nor want with the man) is made, one should always bring up the infamous Waitress Sandwich.

What a guy.

Yikes.

What you see above is the first thing you see as you enter the small town of Brownhills in the West Midlands, UK.  Today.

Not back in the day, not in the USSR and not photo-shopped.

That really is a stonkingly huge shiny mirror miner man.

Can you guess where their political loyalties lie?

Seems to me that this could provide inspiration for all the Kennedy legacy projects being lined up.

I’m not going to speak ill of someone gravely unwell.  I’m not going to speak ill of someone gravely unwell.  I’m not going to speak ill of someone gravely unwell.

So you do it for me.

Senator Kennedy’s honorary knighthood is really _____.  He clearly deserves it, given his past behavior such as raising money for _____ organizations such as the IRA/Sinn Fein.  He’s not responsible for the _____ of another human being and has led an _____ life.

On the other hand, honorary knighthoods have gone through a pretty steep depreciation ever since Robert Mugabe was given one.

She’s perfect for our waitress sandwich!

When I first read about this, it had me in stitches.  Awful for the waitress(es) involved, but the image of these two doing that…. hilarious.

For plain old weird behavior, this is priceless.

Nevertheless, aside from being forced to endure anything involving Harry Reid and Nancy Pelosi together, this is pretty much the worst tag-team conceivable.

He’s a very ill man.  I hope that his suffering is not unbearable.  He’s receiving the best medical treatment available and let us pray that it eases what time he has left.

Still.  When my time comes, I sincerely hope (darn, used that word three times in this post already) that I can go without even the slightest hint that I may be responsible for another’s death. Chappaquiddick robs Ted Kennedy of that comfort.  I’m sure that he has repented privately more than any of us know.

I doubt, though, whether that means much to the family of Mary Jo Kopechne.