Before his speech to the Johns Hopkins University’s School of Advanced International Studies yesterday, the last time Senator Ted Kennedy (D-MA) demanded a “pullout timeline” was in March of 1983, when—lit on whisky sours and suffering from persistent lumbar discomfort—he asked then wife Joan Bennett Kennedy if she were “almost there, because if not, you’re just gonna have to, you know…finish up yourself, honey. Big Teddy needs a nap.”
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update: Here, too.
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midwestern cornfed cousin of update: and here.
Big Ted is a hell of a man. Nice story.
If only Joseph had practiced this with Rose after Bobby, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.
Giving weight to any Kennedy lecturing on morals of any sort is beyond insane. This rabble that fattened itself on the teat of organized crime prefers rape to a good pickup line and leaves its ensemened and pregnant concubines to drown or strangled and bludgeoned in the woods. That they are given any respect by the people of Massachusetts calls into question the quality of fabric that backwards ass state is formed from.
Wouldn’t a pullout of this nature by the Senator merely involve a half inch of hip movement coupled with the outward thrust of his gianormous distended belly?
“Afterwards, Senator Kennedy retired to Baltimore’s James Joyce Irish Pub and entertained fellow patrons with a unique vesion of Shirley Ellis’”Name Game.”
For even more entertainment, check out Day by Day for January 28. Chris Muir absolutely zings Senator Kennedy.
And another thing. . . “happy semantic confluence” sounds so, I don’t know, Dirty.
I like it.