Teddy got sloshed as usual and took an intern for a ride in his car, only to drive it into Lake Chappaquiddick, 40 years ago this week. The hero Kennedy, swam for his life, then ran to his bungalow where he made dozens of calls to his political handlers and Kennedy-family lawyers to find out what to do, as Mary Jo Kopechne drowned in the lake. Only the next morning, once he had established a plausible alibi, did he bother calling the police. Nice guy! Below is a satirical advertisement for Volkswagon that makes fun of Teddy.
I wonder how much longer Teddy's pickled liver can keep him alive. I mean at this point, he's little more than a drooling collection of organs bent on but one task, the metabolises of alcohol.
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