Kennedy lived a life of luxurious wealth and privilege, never atoning in the slightest for Kopechne's demise, a William Zanzinger to the end. Even as an old man he was known to parade drunk in his boxers in front of young women his nephews dragged back to the Palm Beach mansion for sex.
Profumo spent his trailing years in soup kitchens serving the poor with his own sweat and keeping his nose clean.
Who was the greater man? The answer is obvious.
"For when the One Great Scorer comes to mark against your name, He writes -- not that you won or lost -- but how you played the Game." Immortal verse from a great scribe of a better journalism era.
Grantland Rice (1880-1954)
I just realized my clumsy grammar makes it seem Mr. Profumo served up sweat to the undeserving poor. My apologies to him. I’m sure he offered much more tasty meals than that.