Thoughts on Ted Kennedy

May 21, 2008

I just know that Julianne Malveaux, a swarthy lady whose ass by now must look a 10 yard dumpster, was not thinking Christian thoughts, Pastor Neither Wrong nor Wright not withstanding, by standing “It is a very good thing to visit the sick and bury the dead” when she wanted Clarence Thomas’s wife to give him a high fat, high cholesterol diet and by IV and enema if at all possible. I think the facts would support the interpretation that she wanted his toes up Black ass on a slab in the morgue.

What now with Teddy?

The rich in this country secure their family’s patrimony by attacking the methods that their buccaneer grandfathers used to bring the coin that lets them wrap their grandchildren’s asses in purple. When they do this we cheer.

When fortuna, when the wheel we live by, turns away from happy endings we think it is, in the case of the Kennedys, a return to Atreus. It is not. Like some idealized American Indian mumbling something about the ebb and flow of ga, the life force or some Caribbean clerical fakir ginning up some harmonic convergence flapdoodle it will soon be high spectacle. Much money will be paid for a purloined blood gas analysis, soiled linen will fetch a tank of high test. As we speak the headline on the tabloids are being redone. I suppose some good can from anything; At least Angelina’s gestation schedule will be back seated.

Let the man go in peace. He is a very public member of an institution that has 2000 years of experience in handling end of life situations. Two of them, penance and extreme unction, may yet save the day for him.

Go in peace. Please.

I hope that he and we will go to a better place.

And will someone put a sock in Senator Byrd’s yaw? Here’s a man who spent most of his adult life trying to make nappy headed lawn jockeys the official mascot of the Senate blubbering away about his good pal Teddy. They weren’t crocodile tears; they were Kleagle tears. God Damn phony bastard.

KS