The Pig Is Dead!
[I know this is little late, but somehow it slipped through the cracks at the time, and surely LH is entitled to have his say about Dead Ted. - HAC]
YAHOO! That's about the most accurate exclamation I can come up with over the glad news that Ted Kennedy is finally DEAD. Dead, dead, D.E.A.D!!! I have prayed for this day for a very long time.
I know many of you don't believe in an afterlife, but in his case I'd make an exception, if only to know that the fat pig went straight to Hell on a rocket-powered sled. I can guarantee you the Devil has a VIP room all ready for the old toad. That SOB is the one white that has done more damage to our race, nation and culture, than any other white in history. He was the overt sponsor and firm backer of the Civil Rights Bill of 1966, which started the downward spiral of our nation into the violent, degenerate cesspool it is today.
And to make matters worse, he's worked tirelessly since then so make our lives even more miserable, and to compromise our national security to boot. The insult to injury is that even in his advanced years, he never once regretted any of the evil he perpetrated, but instead did his level best to see to it that the destruction he set in motion would be completed, even after his death. That, my people, was an evil man.
When I think about it, I am totally amazed that some disgruntled white didn't take him out decades ago. For a great while I cocked it up to one of the great mysteries of the world, until I finally faced the hard truth; that my race is stuffed with soft, spoiled, obedient cowards.
The very fact that this walking, talking piece of dog shit was able to die of old age is a testament to their abject cowardice, and a deep source of frustration and shame to me. Very few public figures in America have deserved a bullet in the head as richly as he did. Yet he thrived.
When I first heard he had a brain tumor last year, I celebrated, knowing that it was only a matter of time before the Grim Reaper grabbed his worthless hide. But even with this dark knowledge chasing his heels, he still refused to change his ways and forsake the evil path he has followed all his life.
But then, it's exactly as I've been telling people for decades now; evil is it's own motive. Once a person sinks to a certain level in evil, there's no turning back. They become deluded slaves to that insidious power.
Ted Kennedy was the black sheep out of three brothers. In fact the only reason he got elected to the Senate was because he rode in on the sympathy the public had for the family, after losing two good sons to the Powers That Be, who run things behind the scenes in our government, and have done so, ever since the Jews got a good foothold in our economy.
Money is power. And whoever controls the money has the power. Ted never got along with his brothers because he had communist leanings. His own father, Joe Kennedy, couldn't stand him, and he was always relegated to the sidelines in the family's plans for political power because he was considered a weak link and morally bankrupt.
Joe was right. Publicly the brothers and family always put on the expected show of family solidarity, but in real life Ted was persona non grata in the Kennedy home. I've often wondered if he had a hand in the assassination of his brothers. I wouldn't put it past the weasel. Joe never groomed him for the Presidency either, though he was the eldest surviving son at the time.
Ted drank like a fish, and he ate like a pig. His personal appearance wasn't a bit appealing to the public compared to his handsome and sophisticated brothers. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that Ted would naturally hate his family and everything they stood for.
Through the years that hatred ripened into a deep hatred for everything America stood for. He worked tirelessly throughout his entire political career to destroy America and the people that built it, through one small legislative act after another, until added together, they formed a juggernaut of communist restrictions on our way of life.
A close look at his life-long allies reads like a who's who list of the evil,
If there really were justice in the Universe, men like Ted Kennedy would be tied to an anthill and left for a couple of weeks. Simply dying of a stroke is cheating the rest of us. At least we can take comfort in the fact that the old bastard is finally dead, and unable to add any further evil to the legacy of shame he left behind.
If I ran this country, I'd force Webster's Dictionary, much to the outrage of the rabid liberals in this country, to put a picture of Ted in their book under the term "Traitor". Right above Benedict Arnold. After all, Arnold only committed one act of treachery. Kennedy made a career of it.
The pig is dead. May he rot in hell. His fellow traitors will be following him soon enough.
-The Lone Haranguer