His next trip down, a reporter and a camera crew were allowed to follow along on skis — just in time to see Mr. Kerry taken out by one of the Secret Service men, who had inadvertently moved into his path, sending him into the snow. [What no pictures?! Dang.]
When asked about the mishap a moment later, he said sharply, "I don't fall down," then used an expletive to describe the agent who "knocked me over."[This turd is dumber than I thought. Who would call one of the people protecting him a dirty word? Oh yeah, a clinton.]
The incident occurred near the summit. No one was hurt, and Mr. Kerry came careering down the mountain moments later, a look of intensity on his face, his lanky frame bent low to the ground.
Ms. Heinz Kerry, for her part, stuck to a pair of skis and was taking her time down the slope, accompanied by two old friends, one a former Olympian, the other a ski school instructor.
"I'm going tentatively, but prettily," she said, wearing tight black pants and a flaming red jacket.[Good one Teresa, it's about time.] Link
That's what I look like when I ski (except for the lanky part), but then I've done it only three times in my life, and I'll readily admit to looking like a clutz. Lurch would have us believe he's another Jean Claude Killy, when he's really just John Clod Kerry.