Posted on 08/27/2009 6:47:06 PM PDT by Free ThinkerNY
Reporter Matt Cooper, formerly of Time magazine and currently of lefty site Talking Points Memo, finds the perfect comparison for the death of Ted Kennedy:
It feels a bit like 9/11 on Martha's Vineyard. End-of-summer weather is achingly beautiful but the mood is melancholy because of Teddy.
Yes, the death of an ethically-desolate 77-year-old is just like a terrorist attack that killed thousands and plunged the U.S. into years of war.
If you heard a loud thump, that was my jaw dropping. About 110 stories.
UPDATE: A screen grab in case the Twitter quote magically disappears:
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Couldn't have said it better.
Matt is an imbecile...
You forgot the gag alert.
The loud ‘thump’ I’m remembering is the bodies that jumped out of the burning skyscrapers after the MUSLIM TERRORIST attacks on 9/11. But....according to the MSM....we’re NOT to remember that, are we? Much ‘too painful’ and ‘disturbing’.
*snort*
That's just Obama leaving the place in ruins...
Hey, this is how liberals think. For them, getting crappy seats at a Broadway play is like 9/11. They revel in being thin-skinned and weak. This Twitter message doesn’t surprise me at all.
Cheered after too long a wait!!!!
This moron equates the unprovoked “surprise attack”, using a never before modality of commercial aircraft as weapons of mass destruction, that cost 3,000 innocent civilian lives, with the well known and more than expected death of someone suffering from end stage cancer?
What in the hell is the comparison? The weather was nice? Was that it?
I am utterly speechless.
“It feels a bit like 9/11 on Martha’s Vineyard.”
On Martha’s Vineyard, it probably does, at that.
I guaran-dang-tee you, though, most people I know (conservative and liberal alike) would find that comparison deeply offensive.
Elites truly do live in their own little world, it seems.
Just like 3,000 people being murdered, slaughtered.
Why did I not feel the same sorrow and rage?
I felt relief at seeing this man gone. He has done such damage to my country. And to the people of other countries. He didn’t confine himself to our shores.
This weasel can eat my shorts.
Establishment idiots like this are why we’re $11 Trillion in debt.
But,Palin isn’t smart enough to run America.....s/
The swimmer has the blood of tens of thousands of slaughtered unborn to answer for. He was a consummate cino.
“mattizcoop”’s Twitter bio reads simply: Just trying to be a better person.
I don’t think he’s trying hard enough.
On July 18, 1969, Kennedy and five other men – all but one of whom was married – met six single young women who had worked on Robert Kennedy’s 1968 campaign. The women were known as the “Boiler Room Girls” for their tireless work in a windowless office in that ill-fated campaign. All of them, especially Teddy, had grieved hard when Bobby had been killed 15 months earlier. Although he was only 37 years of age, Teddy had lost all three of his brothers; two to assassin’s bullets, one in the skies over England in World War II. Mary Jo Kopechne had felt gut-shot by Bobby’s murder, too. For all of those people who met in the cottage in the island off Martha’s Vineyard, getting together must have been cathartic.
Sometime late at night after an evening of drinking, Kennedy and Kopechne went for a drive in his 1967 Oldsmobile. Kennedy placed the time he left at 11:15 p.m. A local cop who believed he saw the car put the time at 12:40 a.m. – significant at the time because Kennedy testified that he was taking Kopechne to a ferry that ran to Edgartown, a ferry that stopped running at midnight. In any event, Kennedy wasn’t headed toward the ferry landing when his car careened off Dike Bridge and into the inlet known as Poucha Pond; they were heading toward the beach.
Kennedy got out of the car alive, Mary Jo Kopechne did not. He said he dived down several times to try and rescue her, before walking back to the cottage where his friends were staying. To do so, he passed at least four houses with working telephones, including one 150 yards from the accident with a porch light on – as well as a firehouse with a pay phone. When he got to the cottage, none of the women were told what happened. According to the 763-page coroner’s inquest, this was just the first of a series of appalling decisions Kennedy made that night, decisions that stretch credulity.
First of all, he and two of the men, a cousin named Joseph Gargan and a friend named Paul Markham say they returned to the bridge to try and rescue Mary Jo. (If the Edgartown constable who believes he saw Kennedy was accurate, this was impossible.) Next, the men claimed that they drove Kennedy to the Chappaquiddick ferry landing, where he told them not to tell the other women for fear that they would try to rescue Mary Jo – at great peril to themselves – and assured them that he would report the incident to authorities. Then, the men said, Kennedy dove into the water and swam across the sound to Edgartown himself.
Upon reaching Edgartown, Kennedy went to his room at a local inn – it was now 2:25 a.m., — where he spent the night, and the following morning engaged in small talk about sailing with a local yachter and agreed to have breakfast with the man when Gargan and Markham showed up about 7:30. They asked him who he’d called about the accident only to receive the astounding reply: no one. Kennedy explained it this way at the inquest: “I just couldn’t gain the strength within me, the moral strength, to call Mrs. Kopechne at 2 in the morning and tell her that her daughter was dead.” But he hadn’t called the cops, either, and wouldn’t until 9 a.m.
Not reporting a fatal traffic accident is a felony in most places. On Martha’s Vineyard, if the driver is a Kennedy, it’s not even a matter of official curiosity: The local police chief never even asked Kennedy why he waited nine hours to report what had happened. The state of Massachusetts, citing Kennedy’s excessive speed on the bridge, suspended his license for six months. That was it.
Meanwhile, real Americans have noted a disturbance in the dark force; a tiny patch of blue has appeared in the most ominous of clouds, the grass is a bit greener, the sunsets a bit more colorful, the stars a bit brighter, and even the birds seem to be singing more sweetly than before....
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