BACK IN ’63, my mother reported her first reaction to the assassination of JFK was, “Oh, no! They’ve made him a martyr!”
Can ya tell she voted for Nixon?
Now Teddy “The Swimmer” is dead. Peace be upon him, may his passing have been free of the agony he seems unwilling to spare the rest of us.
There are already signs that the Left intends to do another Wellstone memorial.
Please to remember that the man was an out-and-out traitor — a myrmidon of the Soviets — whose family connections kept him from being charged with it.
Please to remember that he was the principal proponent of socialized medicine over the last half of the 20th Century — the thin edge of the wedge of socialism.
Please to remember that he only escaped manslaughter charges in the Chappaquiddick case by — again — those family connections.
Lion of the Senate he may have been, but that doesn’t reflect well on the Senate.
If I could persuade myself it would not do damage to my immortal soul to approach so closely to Washington, DC (never a more wretched hive of scum and villainy…) I would spit on his grave, except for the fact that he’ll be polluting hallowed ground.
Not everybody is singing Dear Old Teddy’s praises.
And Joe Huffman has a brief roundup.
Our once-daily publication schedule makes us late to this pile. Nevertheless, I’d wager a penny or two that there’ll be more in this vein.