There wasn’t any woman a Kennedy wouldn’t take to bed. Mob boss girlfriend, communist spy, Hollywood actress, sister-in-law, widow, intern, whatever. And those are just the ones we know about. While the sex stories have died down with the passing of pants-less Uncle Teddy, the screwing continues in a different form: they now screw each other.
No, not like that – they aren’t Ilhan Omar. They’re screwing each other in metaphorical ways, symbolic ways.
There was a time when the Kennedy family stuck together. It was an admirable quality, that loyalty, even though it didn’t apply to anyone who married into the family. Well, ok, loyalty to the people who married into the family wasn’t their thing (not sure if there was a spouse who didn’t get screwed around), but loyalty to the family was demanded of them nonetheless, just ask Peter Lawford.
Still, they weren’t outstabbing each other in the backs or sabotaging one another. The current generation is.
You’d be hard-pressed to name many Kennedys these days. They don’t really do anything, aside from keeping the name “Kennedy” in their name either through hyphenated or simply keeping it, lest people not know they’re distantly related to people who once did something.
That’s a bit of a joke, but it’s also the truth. Name something important any living Kennedy has done. I’ll wait, go Google it.
It’s not hidden, it doesn’t exist.
I don’t have the affinity so many others do for the Kennedys. The only one alive in my lifetime was the guy who killed the girl, and then pretended he was the victim. Ted was a piece of garbage; a drunk who groped and grinded his way through any woman unfortunate enough to be near him. He was Ted Kennedy, who the hell could report him? His brothers were killed serving the country.