John Kerry should be pretty safe as well, though it may undermine his claim for another Purple Heart.
He too then shall fall ill on Beacon Hill, and just as it went 16 years ago, he will seek shelter from the storm in an expensive Scotch on a stool at the Sevens Bar next to a horse who will note the despondent look on Kerry's elitist, smarmy, snotty mug and and ask 'John, why the long face?'