Massachusetts Peed on Ted Kennedy’s Grave

January 20, 2010

By Adele

…And then spit on it, electing Republican Scott Brown to take Ted Kennedy’s seat in the Senate. But if Teddy’s watching, I think he realizes Massachusetts did the country a favor.

If Scott Brown can keep 30 million more Americans from being bilked by greedy health insurers, more power to him. Teddy would approve.

Obama let Harry Reid and Nancy Pelosi run health system reform off the rails. Nobody knows all the secret deals and loopholes they’re hatching behind closed doors, but what we DO know bears no resemblance to the equal-opportunity, quality healthcare Kennedy envisoned. It’s all about buying insurance policies.

As long as Congress thinks for-profit insurers are the fix, billions will continue to be squandered on maintaining their worthless existence, instead of making every dollar intended for healthcare GO TO HEALTHCARE.

What part of that doesn’t Obama get?

Congress thinks a gullible public believes that insurers will meekly let the crap be legislated out of them. Everybody knows the cost of ANY law that even nibbles at insurer profits will be passed on to customers — just like the credit card companies.

And insurers won’t hesitate to get more creative in skirting legislation that keeps them from canceling sick people, denying claims, and dragging their feet on payment until their customers are dead and insurers get to keep the profits.

Ted Kennedy should be smiling down from heaven on Massachusetts, proud that they may have sent Congress back to the drawing board and stopped Obama from desecrating Ted’s dream of healthcare for all.

Passing the Kennedy Torch: Who’s Next?

August 30, 2009

By Yul

Cats Working has been mourning the death of Senator Edward Kennedy. He was a dog person and behind getting Bo into the White House, but Karen asked me to write a Yulology, because any friend of Obama is a friend of mine.

I hope in Ted’s honor Obama grows a spine on healthcare and helps Ted posthumously realize his lifelong dream of affordable access for all Americans.

Kennedy always sided with the little guy, marched to the beat of progress, and tried to make the world a fairer place for everybody, even when Republicans made empathy and generosity seem like sins.

He never got discouraged or distracted by the nuts who kept screaming, “Oh yeah? But what about Chappaquiddick?” to derail anything he tried to accomplish. If Ted had one thing in spades, it was perseverance.

Ted’s generation was raised to embrace public service, but it didn’t trickle down so well to the next one — probably because they saw a father and an uncle get mowed down in their primes for trying to do some good.

At Ted’s services, in that mob of Kennedys, I didn’t see anyone reaching to pick up his torch. Sure, Caroline half-heartedly vied for Hillary Clinton’s Senate seat, only to reveal she’s not cut out for public office.

The next liberal “lion of the Senate” won’t be a Kennedy. It will be John Kerry, who is now Massachusetts’ senior senator. Like Ted, he doesn’t have to worry anymore about running for president. I predict he’ll be the one who lights a fire under Obama on healthcare.

Remember, you read it here first.

Cats Working welcomes Senator Kennedy to Virginia, where he’ll be spending eternity at Arlington National Cemetery. Rest in peace, Teddy.

My Life with the Kennedys

May 21, 2008

By Karen

After growing up in Massachusetts where the Kennedys are ubiquitous, I was stunned to read of Ted Kennedy’s cancer diagnosis.

One of my earIiest memories is of driving by this huge hedge and being told, “The Kennedys live behind those bushes.”

It must have been the Kennedy compound in Hyannisport, and I understood, because I futilely strained from the back seat to glimpse a real Kennedy.

I still have the framed picture of President Kennedy that hung on our wall, and bookends of his bust. When my mother bought a black wig, she said, “It’s just like Jackie Kennedy’s hairdo!”

When JFK was assassinated, I was in second grade. The principal announced only that, “President Kennedy has been shot.” After school, a boy chanted, “Kennedy’s dead! Kennedy’s dead!”

We little girls screamed back, “No he’s not!”

But when I got home, I instantly knew the truth. My father wasn’t at work and my mother was crying – even though it was her birthday.

Later, when the funeral coverage dominated TV, I complained about missing my cartoons and got slapped.

When Bobby Kennedy was assassinated in 1968, we were living in Ohio. I have no special memories except thinking that someone was out to kill all the Kennedys.

I was 14 in 1969 when Teddy had his fateful car accident with Mary Jo Kopechne on Chappaquiddick. I remember watching Teddy’s explanation to the voters. I wanted to believe him, but his story just didn’t add up.

Several years later, a friend and I ferried bicycles from Martha’s Vineyard to Chappaquiddick to check Teddy’s story. The island had a single paved, deserted road. The turn-off to the Dike Bridge was beach sand so deep and soft, we couldn’t push the bikes through it. We never made it to the bridge, but concluded Teddy must have known, even drunk, that he’d taken a wrong turn driving back to the ferry.

I think Ted has spent the rest of his life atoning for that one night of fatal stupidity. He’s become the beloved father figure for his late brothers’ children and the rock of his sprawling family through a virtual soap opera of dysfunction and tragedy.

In the Senate, he has always advocated common sense and decency in the treatment of all people, even though preserving his wealth and privileges might dictate otherwise.

No one knows how much time Teddy has, or what he may yet accomplish. He deserves to rest and enjoy his family and friends now. But he may opt to fight to the end, as a flawed human being who tries to do the right thing – much more often than not.

Love him or hate him, Ted Kennedy is a profile in courage.

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