Camelot Emancipation Day

Howie Carr writes today about the new world that dawned on Massachusetts this morning:

To all of you Kennedy groupies out there, go find yourself a grief counselor.

Call the Samaritans. As the sign on the Sagamore bridge says, suicide is not the answer.

This morning, for the first time since January 1953, there is neither a Kennedy nor a Kennedy-family retainer “representing” Massachusetts in the U.S. Senate.

The moonbats are really in mourning now. This was worse than finding out yesterday that their Priuses may be ... unsafe at any speed.

To all you grief-stricken blow-in drifters on Morrissey Boulevard, go home to New York, mix up a pitcher of brandy Alexanders and put some Judy Garland on the stereo. Do not despair - after all, you still have Barney Frank.

Maybe someday you’ll have a new generation of Kennedys to cover up for, to point out how they are turning their lives around after (fill in the blank) a cheating scandal, a drug scandal, a rape accusation, a blonde in the pond, an overturned Jeep on Nantucket, an extramarital affair with a polo player, a drug overdose, a waitress sandwich . . .

Not only that, but yesterday we learned that the last of them in Congress, Patrick “Patches” Kennedy of Rhode Island could be knocked out of office. A new WPRI-TV poll showed him with low 35 percent approval rating, and 62 percent disapproval.

Yesterday was Camelot Emancipation Day. For taxpayers, it was Christmas and the Super Bowl rolled into one.

Howie goes on to list the Kennedy family's greatest hits. Read it all.