I always understood what he said at that rally:
“And reelect him on the egg-butter bar”! What else could it possibly mean?
You forgot the time he stopped a wind power project from being developed on Long Island Sound, for fear it might interfere with his yachting.
Then there was the time that his obnoxious nephew Kennedy-Smith was accused of raping a girl, and he dragged his dead president brother into his testimony on the stand.
Let’s not forget his other nephew, the one who had sex with his fifteen-year-old kids’ baby-sitter, and he paid the parents off with sweetheart contracts with the City of Boston. Ted’s father Joe would have been proud of all this corruption and chicanery. But alas, the sitter-shtupping nephew, who showed such promise and had so much talent, later played football on skis in a forest, and bashed his brains out against a tree. Sob.
“Where are my pants?” - Ted Kennedy