Thursday, August 27, 2009

It Had to be Said

Me, yesterday morning, earlier today (see what I did there?).

Yesterday, when I had a go at The Great Chappaquiddick Girl Drowner, Terrorist Cozener and Senator from the Great State of Massachusetts I caved in to my usual juvenile inclinations and took the piss.

Tom Paine being cut from weaker cloth caved in to an even unworthier impulse and allowed himself to grow up.

Which is why he says it all so, so much better.


James Higham said...

I spoke ill of the dead too. It's a good pasttime and should be encouraged at all costs.

Mac the Knife said...

I couldn't agree more JH, sacred cows away! Thoroughly enjoy Nourishing Obscurity BTW...

Call me Infidel said...

Last night I caught the end of some BBC circle-jerk wankfest with Gavin Arse or some such as the pivot man.

One of the libtards was dribbling about what a great man The Swimmer was and how he had introduced so many welfare reforms blah, blah, blah ad nauseum

Then one of the other panelists mentioned Chappaquidick. The liberal half-wit attempted to brush the issue under the carpet claiming only Ted really knew what actually happened.

I was as you might imagine foaming at the mouth. Let me see if I understand it. Kennedy is drunk. He drives home with a female passenger and drives off a bridge into a river. He gets out and goes home to sober up and leaves a woman to drown. That essentially is the gist of it. How can anyone defend this?

I know we are exhorted to not speak ill of the dead but in Kennedy's case I am happy to make an exception. He was a scumbag throughout his life and if I could I would gladly piss on his grave.