Posted on 02/06/2003 5:24:01 AM PST by PJ-Comix
The war of words between Bobby Kennedy Jr. and Vanity Fair scribe Dominick Dunne rages on and now Dunne is accusing Kennedy of inaccuracies, distortions, Monday-morning quarterbacking - and worse - in the wake of Kennedy cousin Michael Skakel's murder conviction. In case you missed it, Kennedy wrote an 18-page, 14,000-word defense of his beleaguered kin in the Atlantic Monthly last month, accusing Dunne and O.J. Simpson case detective Mark Fuhrman of leading a media lynch mob that helped convict an innocent man. Dunne fires back in the latest issue of VF, on the stands today, saying the long-winded diatribe is Kennedy revisionist history. ``That Robert Kennedy Jr. dislikes me intensely is a matter of complete indifference to me,'' Dunne writes. ``The feeling is mutual. I have never met the man. He is an environmental lawyer, concentrating on the Hudson River, which is a worthy thing to do, but it is not a position of sufficient consequence to warrant the self-importance that envelops him.'' Ah, ouch! Dunn points out that Kennedy's passionate post-trial defense of Skakel, who was found guilty of the 1975 murder of his 15-year-old neighbor, Martha Moxley, last June, is in sharp contrast to the concern he displayed before the verdict. ``For all his passion about the injustice he feels was done to his cousin, he managed to find time from his river duties to make only two brief appearances during the trial,'' Dunne writes. ``For the second of these, he arrived late . . . calling attention to himself like a B-movie star as he walked to the front row to sit by his aunt. . . .'' Dunne said many of Kennedy's assertions were false, poorly researched or just plain laughable. We do so hope Bobby doesn't plan to take this lying down!
I mean, who's going to end up being judged the most sick freaking excuse for a human being?
Over here you got Michael Jackson and over there you got any one of the Kennedy clan with that Chivas swilling, pant wetting, womanizing, tub of larded up goo Uncle Ted leading the assault on our decaying society.
I mean, we got to choose soon whether we're just going to tolerate this sick behavior or do something to stop it!
The Hudson river environmentalism, of course, is all about "I've got mine Jack, screw you" -- it's mostly the wealthy with large estates up there who want to preserve its character and keep out development. Ask the ordinary people who live in those depressed little towns, they'd welcome jobs and development.
True to form, Bobby is impassioned to save the Kennedy name; apparently worth far more that Justice for Martha Moxley.
The Kennedys are motivated solely by love: Love for the Little Man (and Woman), Love for the Environment; Love for the Poor and Downtrodden; Love for the baby-bombers of the IRA, to the Dope Purveyors on the streets of Boston; Love, in short, for all of us unworthy self-centered peasants whom an understanding God has fortunately placed below the Kennedys.
Yes, yes, Ted takes in enormous quantities of alcohol, but it is done as part of his quality-control mission in one part of the family's business. As the exclusive importer of Scotch Whiskeys to the US, it's his job to make sure the product is safe for the little people. The fact that he is willing to sacrifice his figure, his mind, and his liver just proves his love for us.
But that is nothing new to Ted. He risked his life to show Americans just how unsafe our leaky motor vehicles were! Young Joe has the same altruistic streak, testing street drugs to assure their efficacy for the ordinary Joes out there. That takes extraordinary courage. And his work on the Hudson River with Pete Seeger and the boys and girls of the Clearwater has just been outstanding. When Joe came along, efforts to clean up the Hudson had been floundering along for 35 years, now look at it. He made the difference. We owe sewage treatment technology and toxic waste management to this great, self-sacrificing young man, who not only loves us, but clean water and fish, too!
It's their gift to us, the little people: a family tradition of self sacrifice. Bobby and Jack working through many nights, away from their loving families,with a depressed Marilyn Monroe, Ted diving repeatedly on Mary Jo, Dr. Smith offering succor to a distraught young woman on Good Friday, Bobby's boys visiting a girl crippled in a tragic accident on the Cape, and of course Mike Skakel, spending years abroad in a variety of disguises, lurking furtively in the shadows on golf courses and ski slopes, haunting rehab hospitals, hoping to catch the fiend who may have actually killed young Martha.
You right-wing bastards! You are only, like Dominic Dunne, thinking of yourselves. The Kennedys fight for all of us. Never mind the casualties. Think of them!
He reminds me of the commercial, this is your brain, this is your brain on drugs (insert Fried eggs or Bobby Kennedy whichever you prefer)
I think that one was on Nantucket, in a roundabout near the Finast. A jeep, with RFK Jr. at the controls, I recall. Makes you wonder why women want to get in vehicles with any of these drug soaked vermin. And maybe there is the explanation for the pathetic little man's current vendetta against SUVs. They are so prone to rollover, dontcha know. Indeed they are, but only in the hands of idiots.
I didn't miss it. It was essentially 14,000 words of "My cousin couldn't have done it, cause he's a REALLY NICE GUY."
Washingtonian Magazine publishes the results every year (based on a survey on House and Senate staff).
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