When I watched the Kennedy dynasty’s self-indulgent endorsement of Barack Obama yesterday, I saw a bloated, effete patriarch patting himself on the back and his candidate on the head. I heard empty platitudes and nostalgia and a desperate, windy plea for relevance. The hypocrisy of vicious, country-clubber Teddy K (Flashback: Teddy K and The Owl Club; Flashback;Teddy K’s unhinged diatribe against Sam Alito; Flashback: Kennedy’s shamnesty “Gestapo” rant) extolling Obama for “lifting up” rather than “tearing down” was nauseating.
New York Times conservative David Brooks, on the other hand, was enthralled by the “Kennedy mystique.” There was, gushed Brooks, “something important and memorable about the way the 75-year-old Kennedy communed and bonded with a rapturous crowd half a century his junior.”
I wasn't particularly enthused with Brooks' today either for some of the same reasons; but certainly he's entitled to his opinion. Matt Yglesias, however, thinks that Brooks has ulterior motives (because all conservatives do, you know). But if you're a dyed-in-the-wool Teddy hater, just go through Malkin's entire post and revel in the litany of the joke/caricature that is the Senior Senator from the great state of Massachusetts.
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