Kennedy

"He is finally dead." That's what a lot of people are saying this morning about Edward Kennedy, the much-admired, much-loved, and much-hated Senator. There will probably be a big to-do in Washington, D.C. and Massachussetts. Death is sometimes an enemy, taking from this Earth, some good people (though there is no such thing as a truly good, selfless person.) However, Death is more often a friend, cleansing the Earth of bad people. Bad people often try unceasingly to remake the world in their own image until things explode in a big catastrophe. The irony is that bad, mean, selfish, violent, hypocritical, unjust, ungenerous, unkind people often see themselves as benign, good persons. Figure that one out. In fooling themselves, they fool others as well. Kennedy was a generous person, but with other people's money, not his own. He insisted on justice for others, but he thought he was above the law. Like his father, he could cheat and steal and lie with impunity. I never did like him.