Posted on 04/28/2005 6:20:03 PM PDT by wagglebee
For 20 years I have kept my silence. I will do so no longer. In the debate over John Bolton's nomination to be U.S. ambassador to the United Nations, it finally has been made clear to me that a human being who yells at another human being does not deserve to hold high office. It's what Sen. George Voinovich calls “the Kitchen Test.”
And so, it's time I finally told the painful truth: Ted Kennedy yelled at me. He hurt my feelings. Therefore, those who believe John Bolton does not deserve to be confirmed must surely also agree that Senator Kennedy must step down. Here is the never-before-told story:
It happened in Ethiopia during the height of the Great Famine of the 1980s. Sen. Kennedy had come on a fact-finding mission. As Africa correspondent of The New York Times, I was assigned to travel with him.
One night, after we had flown into a small city northeast of Addis Abba, we repaired to a ramshackle hotel. One of the Senator's staffers told me there would be no further events that evening. So I turned to Martha Radditz (now of ABC News but in those days a Boston anchor woman) and said something like: “Great! What say we go check out this burg?” Martha agreed.
We had a pleasant excursion but found no restaurant to our liking so we returned to the hotel early. We were shocked at what we saw: Senator Kennedy was holding forth at a dinner with local luminaries. As quietly as we could, we tip-toed into the dining room to take our seats -- but the Senator spotted us. He was furious. He interrupted the proceedings.
“What do you think you're doing?” he shouted for all to hear. “You're either with this group or you're not with this group. You don't come waltzing in anytime you choose!”
I can't recall whether his hands were on his hips; probably not since he was sitting down. I do know that he scolded us for what seemed a long time. To be candid, his words were a bit slurred. It was his custom, in those days, to propose a few toasts – and then a few more toasts - to Ethiopian-American amity.
In any case, Martha and I retreated, meekly, to her room, feeling like children sent to bed without supper. Not long after, one of Kennedy's staffers knocked on the door.
“It's been explained to the Senator that there was a mistake,” he said. “He now knows you were told there was no event tonight and you had left the hotel before plans changed. The reception is continuing and the Senator would like you to re-join it.”
We demurred. Our self-esteem was too badly battered. He insisted. “The Senator would really like you to return,” he said. “I would like you to return.” And something in the way he said it made us believe that if we did not respond to this entreaty, he, too, might feel the Kennedy wrath.
Downstairs, Martha and I approached the Senator to offer our apologies. “Oh, forget about it!” he said amicably. “Let's just forget the whole thing.” He seemed in a much improved mood.
“Forget it, Senator?” I responded. “Senator, I will never forget it. I will forever remember the night that Edward Kennedy laid me to bat guano [I actually used a more common term] in Ethiopia.”
“Oh, don't say that!” he exclaimed. “It was no big deal.”
And all these years, I have tried to convince myself that it was no big deal. People get angry. People yell. People get over it. Life goes on.
But now I know better. Now I know what happened was a terrible trauma. And what the Senator did was unpardonable. People who hurt people are the most hurtful people in the world – and they should not serve in positions of trust and authority. They should not serve as ambassadors, senators or maitre d's.
It was what Sen. Voinovich might call: “The Dining Room Test.”
Is it just my dirty mind or is there more to this part of the story.
Bobby was worse? Tell us more. ;9}
Also, how many lives were destroyed by his father's bootlegging in the 20s and 30s? It's not like the bulk of his family's money was earned through legitimate means. I have no problem with someone living in a mansion bought with money they earned honestly, but in this day and age the homes of criminals are seized.
My guess is that along with the food shortage, Ethiopia was out of scotch and all of the hookers were emaciated.
Starvation and dehydration = Euphoria (and from the looks of things Tubby would experience months of it, unless of course the DT's interfere with the euphoria).
Rosemary Kennedy (right) sister of Ted Kennedy, her father had her lobotomized in 1942 because he feared she would "embarrass" (become pregnant due to promiscuity) the family. To date she is the only one of Joseph and Rose Kennedy's children to die a natural death (on January 5, 2005).
hannity as a good sound byte of the K-man telling hannity who he is talking too.
Bet ol Teddy could put a nice size wet bar on that concrete.
That concrete out by the ocean used to be one large slab until Tubby started rolling around on it!
With a big belly size implant on it.
Didn't Voinovich have a very public contretemps with someone at an airport not too long ago? He ripped someone a new one, as I recall.
Teddy and Ronnie - back when Teddy could still have made a real difference for our troops.
The father got rich as a bootlegger
JFK boned numberous women and was a speed junkie
RFK got JFK's sloppy seconds and violated MLK's civil rights
Ted Kennedy is a drunk and a murderer
David Kennedy died from a cocaine and prescription drug overdose in 1984
Michael Kennedy committed statitory rape when boned a 14 year old babysitter
William Kennedy Smith was accused of raping a girl at the family's Palm Beach, Fla., estate after a party with Uncle Ted
Ethels brother murders Martha Moxily
Gosh with a record like that, you sure don't want a female Kennedy having a baby and embarrassing such a fine dy-Nasty like that!
His whale-like body's fat can be rendered into candles sufficient to provide an eternal flame for Mary Jo's remains and his post-mortem continuation of flatulence will energize the windmills of Cape Cod which will, because of his prodigious vapors, provide the energy for electricity for as long as the surviving Kennedy men are horny.
It's just a silly joke.
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LOLOL, that is too much!! I always liked to float on my back in the water, now I'll think of that skeleton. What a neat way to use it.
Looks like the Kennedys were able to pull strings to be able to build that 'break' barrier for their own swimming area there! I guess Ted pulled his 'own string' because that usually isn't allowed for private individuals to do.
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