An Indiscreet Revelation

Personal correspondence this evening:

from	Buck Pennington
to		My Friend
date		Wed, Aug 26, 2009 at 11:54 PM
subject		Re: a P.S.
mailed-by		gmail.com

From the blog:

That said, I'd be remiss if I didn't at least mention today's media blitz, or the "we'll beat you to frickin' DEATH with this, whether you like it or don't."  I'm talking about the death of Senator Kennedy, of course.  The worst thing about all this usual, customary, and UNreasonable overkill is the fact Fox News Channel canceled last night's Red Eye in favor of running the same damned 30-second video clips and inane comments from "those that knew him best" over and over and over.  That hurt me.  I'm not kidding... because just who the Hell is up at 0300 hrs (EDT) in the morning except for us Red Eye junkies?  Answer:  No one.  And Red Eye junkies couldn't care LESS about Teddy.

But:  RIP, Teddy.  I couldn't possibly have disagreed more with your politics and found you supremely lacking in personal judgment (not to mention ethics) early in your career... but Mom always told me not to speak ill of the dead.  I'm only bending her rule here, not breaking it.  My condolences to the family and those others who loved him.

It's a public space and I'm always playing the "moderate," which is just the way I'm built, thanks to Mom.  But, aside from being pissed Red Eye was preempted, I had this vision of Mary Jo Kopechne greeting him at the Pearly Gates and just beating the living dogshit out of him with what ever's handy while St. Peter looked on, approvingly.  The asshat is on Charlie Rose as I speak, ruining what is otherwise normally a good show.  To be expected, tho... all day, every damned day until they plant him in Arlington (Frickin' travesty, that) on Saturday.

Yet again: sigh.

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On Wed, Aug 26, 2009 at 11:41 PM, My Friend wrote:

Was it just me or did hearing about the last of the dead Kennedys
(Mr. A Blond in Every Pond)  just somehow make your day?  
Maybe I am just too sentimental but I got this warm and fuzzy
feeling of long delayed justice.   Awww, yes, it was good for me. 

 Did he  really say that (and that would be ME, Gentle Reader, taking the editorial liberty of addressing ourselves in the second or third person)?  Nah... couldn't BE, could it?  (insert smiley-face thingie here)