The clock is ticking on the Kennedys as American royalty.
Let's review: Jackie's dead, John-John's dead, Maria Shriver is more Mrs. Schwarzenegger than Jackie's niece, Eunice Shriver, who has those durable genes her sister Rose had, looks like Norman Bates' mother in Psycho (I'm not being cruel -- Google a recent photo), Kathleen Kennedy Townsend got bounced in Maryland by Robert Ehrlich (and the MD4BUSH scandal can't be good for Demos in the state, including her), Robert Jr. is an envirowacko Chicken Little trying to make us forget he became a junkie, his brother Michael died skiing into a tree (after ruining his rep messing around with an underage babysitter), his cousin and RFK Sr.'s widow's nephew Michael Skakel was convicted of murdering a teenage girl a quarter-century after the crime, and Mary Jo Kopechne sacrificed her life to ensure Ted Kennedy would never be Commander-in-Chief.
I'd say the bloom is off the Kennedy rose (pun not intended).
We also don't have to go into the King of All Drunks, Ted Kennedy. You could write a set of encyclopedias on his alcohol-related incidents, including sexual harrassment, sexual assault, and at least one vehicular homicide while drunk.
Good name, my cracked backside. It just goes to show how far people will go to embrace a family while looking the other way at their indiscretions if the media manufactures them into celebrities. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.