The Emperor is dead!
Polistra and Happystar are dancing a jig.
Edward M. Kennedy, Satan's favorite son, the murderous drunken treasonous thug, the source of nearly all bad ideas in this country for the last 30 years, has ceased metabolizing.
Hallelujah!
But our elation won't last long. Undoubtedly the Senate, which runs like a pack of rabid retarded wolves or a prison mafia, will growl and snap and mill around for a while. Finally a new Alpha of the Asylum, a new Don of the Demented, will emerge from the bloody mess.
Until then, Polistra is breathing the delicious air of freedom.
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More soberly, Polistra has always wondered why the third Kennedy brother abandoned the pro-American leftism of the first two. Jack and Bobby believed the government should serve and protect ordinary Americans; Teddy believed in serving criminals and protecting our enemies. Did he read the message sent by two assassinations? Was he blackmailed after Chappaquiddick? Or did he just flip because he was naturally evil? In any case, he was a highly effective enemy agent and the world is vastly improved by his death.