Ted Kennedy on Ice

Nine years after Ted Kennedy went on to what is, no doubt, his great reward, Democrats have decided to try and capitalize on a movie about his most noteworthy accomplishment.

Yeah, I know. They really don’t have much if that’s the best that they can do.

Anyhow, I was being a general nuisance on Twitter when I ran across this comment in the thread:

Frankly, I’m past the point in which I care to argue about that kind of thing anymore. That’s not the kind of post that this is. Rather, I want to use this space to celebrate the life of Edward Moore Kennedy. Mr. or Ms. (or Xer) “ConWebWatch,” if that is truly your name, this post is for you, mostly because you reminded me of this anecdote from a 1990 story on the illustrious Senator:

In a downtown office, a former congressional page tells of her surprise meeting with Kennedy three years ago. She was 16 then. It was evening and she and her 16-year-old page, an attractive blonde, were walking down the Capitol steps on their way home from work when Kennedy’s limo pulled up and the senator opened the door. In the backseat stood a bottle of wine on ice. Leaning his graying head out the door, the senator popped the question: Would one of the girls care to join him for dinner? No. How about the other? The girls said no thanks and the senator zoomed off. Kennedy, the formal page said, made no overt sexual overtures and was “very careful to make it seem like nothing out of the ordinary.” It is possible that Kennedy did not know that the girls were underage or that they were pages and, as such, were under the protection of Congress, which serves in loco parentis. Nevertheless, the former page said she did find Kennedy’s invitation surprising.

See, many people think that Kennedy’s escapades ended in 1969 on Chappaquiddick Island with Mary Jo Kopechne suffocating in an air pocket in Ted’s Oldsmobile, but I assure you that that simply is not true. Why, I’ll bet that many people, some even on the right, are unaware of this other story in which the phrase “waitress sandwich” had to be invented to describe the behavior of two randy Democrats:

Eyewitness Betty Loh told me that Kennedy had “three or four” cocktails in his first half hour at the restaurant and wine with dinner. When she walked into the room after Gaviglio had gone in, she says, “what I saw was Senator Kennedy on top of Carla, who was on top of Senator Dodd’s lap, and the tablecloth was sort of slid off the table ’cause the table was knocked over—not completely, but just on Senator Dodd’s lap a little bit, and of course the glasses and the candlesticks were totally spilled and everything. And right when I walked in, Senator Kelly [sic] jumped off…and he leaped up, composed himself and got up. And Carla jumped up and ran out of the room.”

And to show everyone just how little anything has changed, the story even includes a squishy Republican Senator from a conservative state making excuses for the old drunk:

When I asked Utah Senator Orrin Hatch—a conservative Republican who nevertheless works closely and likes Kennedy—if he thought his colleague had a drinking problem, I got a similarly telling response. “I wouldn’t comment on that. I wouldn’t comment on that. All I can say is that I consider him a friend,” said Hatch.

So I would like to thank Jill Filipovic and the anonymous Twatter for reminding me of just what a gem Senator Kennedy was, and that he would never have lived down Chappaquiddick had it not been for an entire establishment covering for him. Hell, I wasn’t even going to see that stupid movie.

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Author: TrashTown

Fan of the arts, crypto right wing, bad Christian.

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