Recently, I was accused of not being 'compassionate' when it came to words about the recently departed Ted Kennedy. Somewhere along the line he admitted he might have a problem, but I couldn't tell you when. By the way, I'm as compassionate as they come. Knowing what the problem is -- that's the easy part. The other side... the difficult task --is actually doing something about it. His frat-boy shennanigans kept on the rest of his life, drunk driving, parties at the 'compound', public intoxication, obvious gluttony -- the "good life." On one of his nights of partying and married at the time he caused the death of a young woman. And yet he did not spend one night in jail, not one day in community service, not one second in rehab. He lived above the law his entire life (and knew he was in the wrong in many instances if he had ANY conscience at all.) I've got compassion, but nothing for him other than pity.
See ya, Ted.
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