I greatly admire a person who recognizes that they have made a gigantic lapse in judgement and undertake the necessary steps to make amends, don't you?
Unless you spent the better part of last week cowering under your bed, you probably got wind of the news that the last member of the Kennedy monarchy assumed room temperature. Ted Kennedy, the alleged "Lion of the Senate," shall roar no more with his boorish proclamations of self-righteous elitism. I am sure he will be sorely missed by his fellow liberal legislators, but I have no doubt that they will find a way to suffer along without him. They might even find a way to immortalize him by attaching his name to that wonderful national health care bill. Now wouldn't that be hunkey-dory? I think it was my grandmother on my mother's side who first said to me, "If you can't say anything good about the dead, then you ought not say anything at all." Sage advice. "He's dead. Good!"
And finally.... Senate Majority Harry Reid managed once again this past week to place a large red capital "A" on his wrinkeled forehead that stands for "Arrogant" and "Ass" when he told an employee of Nevada's largest newspaper, the Las Vegas Review-Journal, "I hope you go out of business." Apparently Mr. Reid has little personal regard for this particular publication, in that it has failed to unabashedly embrace in its editiorial opinions his expoused liberal policies. Today, the publisher and president of the Review Journal, Sheman Frederick, printed a letter in response to Harry's thinly veiled bullying tactics that in whole could be summed up as follows, "Kiss Our Ass, Senator." Well said, Mr. Frederick. The only sentiment I might have added to the letter was America's fond hope that come Mr. Reid's next attempt at re-election that he too "will go out of buisness."