Gimme Ted Kennedy.
If I found out I had a brain tumor, I'd probably go and do something crazy, like get drunk and drive my car off a bridge.
And get out before drowning but forgetting there was a co-worker/fuck-buddy in the passenger seat and not telling the police about it until morning (after the accident is discovered by authorities)?
Chappawhosedick?
Just our damned luck, some asshole has to plug JFK and RFK, and we are left with lil Teddy. Don't wish him any ill, but it does make you wonder how things would have turned out. Same with MLK, and X. We get left with the lesser lights, the Sharptons and Farrakhans. The 60s kinda, ya know, sucked. I remember them well, since I was in my 40s then...
