Even Eleanor Clift had to acknowledge the hypocrisy of the left on the recent posthumous lionization of The Last Pinko, Ted Kennedy, in her essay in the current edition of Newsweek.  Mr. Kennedy’s combustible mixture of copious amounts of alcohol with a brand of serial womanizing not seen since his brothers departed this veil of tears, was consistently ignored by a Feminazi constituency enamored of his faithful commitment to the ongoing execution of millions of unborn children, and the legitimization of queerdom.  The Feminazi hypocrisy is matched only by that of the Roman Catholic church, which has also given Mr. Kennedy a free pass for all the obvious reasons.

     The late libertarian speechwriter, Karl Hess, once hoisted some German Weissbiers with me in the 1970s at a notoriously heterosexual watering hole in Washington.  At the time, Hess mirthfully quipped that he’d be glad to cruise the Nation’s Capitol with both The Last Pinko and Barney Frank, as long as “Kennedy picked the dates and Barney did the driving.” You get the picture.  Pat Buchanan similarly observed at the 1992 Republican National Convention in Houston, that when it came to Kennedy, you had to go with a guy who at age 60, was “still going to Florida for spring break.”

     But the ultimate legacy of Ted Kennedy must surely be the mesmerizing faith in the deification of Caesar and the Central State that he bequeathed to America, an America that memorialized him this past week, even as it forgot to place Old Glory at half-staff for an Old Republic that died too long ago to remember.  The echoes of the rifle reports for the imaginary funeral for the Old Republic at Arlington National Cemetery, no longer even resonate in one’s late-night dreams.  The Lee-Custis mansion above all 3 Kennedy brothers’ graves is now, thanks to Orwell, Lincoln, and all of the faithful who worship at the altar of Leviathan Government, now referred to as The Arlington House.  America’s gloried Constitutional past is now embodied in the permanent image of a riderless horse with reverse boots in the stirrups, even as the mournful sound of accompanying drumbeats wafts away over the Potomac. More