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Will you watch the movie?  Do you remember Chappaquidick?  How did you view it then?  What about now?

1.  I'll probably check it out when it hits cable/streaming.  2.  Wasn't alive.  3.  Wasn't alive.  4.  The Kennedys are shitbags.  We don't need royalty in America. Anyone who is a Kennedy, a Bush or a Cllinton can straight fuck clean off except in extreme cases like, say, Donald Trump running for president. 

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On 4/4/2018 at 12:52 PM, Incredulity said:

I think it's telling that there hasn't been a previous movie, movie of the week, mini series...... about the accident.

What does it tell? This has clearly been an event that was influential in politics. How many influential events have had a movie, movie of the week, or mini series made about them? How many have not? What is your conclusion?

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3 hours ago, bernorange said:

Fuck yeah. I remember watching that skit in college when it aired, and my buddies and I got so much mileage from those quotes over the years. Farley, Hartman, and Carvey killed it. Also interesting to see Franken on the panel, only to see him suffer a similar fate years later. Damn..... I'm old.

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Senator Edward Kennedy, one of the most famous members of America’s most famous family, understood that he belonged as much to popular culture as to political culture. Now, nine years after his death, comes a movie about the event that, almost as much as the circumstances of his birth, established him in the tabloid pantheon: Chappaquiddick.

The film, by the same name, opens Friday and retells the story of an accident in July 1969, on the titular Massachusetts island near Martha’s Vineyard, in which Mr. Kennedy drove off a bridge, killing his passenger, Mary Jo Kopechne, a campaign worker for his late brother Robert. It has been heavily promoted by conservative media outlets, and reviewers across the political spectrum have praised what they deem its damning but factual approach. Damning it is; factual it is not.

Let’s set aside the fact that, despite the film’s advertisements claiming to tell the “untold true story” of a “cover up,” the story has been told plenty, and no one but the most lunatic conspiracy theorists see this as anything but a tragic accident in which nothing much was covered up. Let’s also put aside the skein of conjecture and outright fabrication that the film unspools — in one scene Joe Kennedy, the family patriarch, murmurs “alibi” to his son, like a Mafia don, when in fact he was so debilitated by a stroke that he could only babble incoherently. Setting all this aside, the movie nevertheless raises a serious issue.

What is the relationship of fact to fiction, of the historical to the histrionic in art and entertainment? Ted Kennedy was a real man living out a real life. His political opponents could and did distort that life for their advantage. But just how many liberties can an artist or entertainer take when he or she deploys a biographical subject?

Many scenes cross from dramatic interpretation to outright character assassination. In this version, the Kennedy character leaves Kopechne to die as she gasps for air, and then, with the aid of his brothers’ old advisers, cooks up a scheme to salvage his presidential ambitions. A more callow, cunning, cowardly and self-interested yet moronic figure you couldn’t find. His first words after the accident are: “I’m not going to be president.”

Obviously, an artist isn’t saddled with the same obligations to fact that a biographer or historian is. We accept artists appropriating lives and altering them. But we also expect some an artistically valid justification for bending the truth, and sensationalism isn’t one of them. Biographical novels like “I, Claudius” or “Wolf Hall” put historical figures in the service of larger themes about the human condition. The novelist Joyce Carol Oates attempted to do that with Chappaquiddick in her novel “Black Water,” a roman à clef and a meditation on male power and female vulnerability.

Most artists understand how thin the line between art and gossip can be when one deals with real-life figures in semi-fictional contexts, which is why most artists wait until those figures pass into what seems like “public domain” — ceasing to exist as particularized people we know from the news and assuming larger cultural proportions that turn them into characters we don’t fully know.

Ted Kennedy has not passed into the public domain in this sense, so one tampers with his life at the peril of turning it into tawdry melodrama. This is especially true of the Kennedy family, who remain politically active, and divisive.

Contrary to the film’s implications, Mr. Kennedy immediately and forever after felt deep remorse and responsibility for the accident; it haunted him. By the end of his life, however, the then white-maned senator had managed to transcend celebrity and emotional paralysis and become what he had long aspired to be: an indispensable legislator whose achievements included the 18-year-old vote, the Americans With Disabilities Act and the Children’s Health Insurance Program.

His was a large-life, tragic and multidimensional figure, and it could have made, and perhaps someday will make, for an expansive novel or film about sin and redemption. “Chappaquiddick” is not that movie. Instead of excavating Kennedy for larger artistic aims, it eviscerates him for narrow voyeuristic ones.

But this is about more than Ted Kennedy’s legacy. It is a case study in how society collectively shapes its own history. It is not merely, or even mainly, the realm of historians.

Because historical figures pass out of history and into popular culture, and because that process is accelerating, these figures are increasingly defined by popular culture. Artists and especially entertainers may not feel obligations to their subjects, but they do have responsibilities to us, one of which is honesty.

Fake history is no better than fake news; it’s maybe worse. It is very possible that over time, through the osmosis of social media, the despicable Kennedy of this movie will eradicate the honorable if flawed real one.

At one point in the film, Ted Sorensen, one of John Kennedy’s closest advisers, tells Mr. Kennedy, “History usually has the final word in these things.” It’s meant to be a comforting thought, to say that the truth will come out in the end. Watching “Chappaquiddick,” it’s not clear that’s true.

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And from the other side.

 

https://nypost.com/2018/04/05/chappaquiddick-is-a-long-overdue-dismantling-of-the-kennedy-myth/

 

Nearly 50 years after Senator Ted Kennedy left a young woman to die in a shallow pond — and America went on to reward him with a lifelong career in the US Senate — we are finally beginning to reckon with the Kennedy myth.

But only just.

The new film “Chappaquiddick” is, to date, the most brutal and honest account of what happened that night. But it’s also something else: an indictment of our collective hero worship at the altar of Brand Kennedy, which bred so much corrosive entitlement that surviving brother Ted, the family beta male, went home to sleep it off after leaving a loyal young staffer to die alone.

“Chappaquiddick” is a much-needed counterweight to two current hagiographies: CNN’s docuseries “The Kennedys,” airing to high ratings on Sunday nights, and Netflix’s forthcoming documentary “Bobby Kennedy for President.”

JFK and RFK remain, of course, the family lodestars. But in 1969 Ted was next in line, and he had a lot of public sympathy.

His brother Robert had been assassinated while campaigning for president the year before. President John F. Kennedy was assassinated in 1963. Ted himself barely survived a plane crash in 1964, dragged to safety by Senator Birch Bayh (the irony) and hospitalized for five months. It was assumed, within the family and without, that Ted would run for president in 1972. He had three small children and, the July weekend he went partying in Chappaquiddick, a pregnant wife at home confined to bed rest.

As portrayed by Jason Clarke, the young senator is a venal, self-pitying coward, thoughtless and remorseless, ambition his only care. He treats loyalists and groupies with equal contempt, and as the weekend begins, he toasts them all for “wanting to prove yourselves worthy of . . . the Kennedy name.”

It’s clear the filmmakers are in on this joke.

We next see Kennedy leaving the party with the young Mary Jo Kopechne, who had worked for Bobby Kennedy and was still mourning his death. The film depicts Ted as drinking and driving before his black Oldsmobile 88 flies off a small wooden bridge and into a pond, crash-landing upside down.

According to contemporaneous accounts, the tide was dead low, the water only 5 or 6 feet deep. Both of the passenger-side windows were blown out. Kennedy later testified that Mary Jo might have been hitting or kicking him in her frantic struggle to escape. He claimed to have gone back under for her six or seven times but there is no proof. He was seen at 2:25 a.m. in dry clothes by a hotel desk clerk.

When Mary Jo’s body was recovered the next morning, it appeared that she died not of drowning but suffocation. She likely lived for hours. There she had been, her head and neck jammed at a sharp angle up against the foot board, gasping through a small air pocket. Was she wondering where Kennedy was? Was she convinced he was on the verge of coming back for her? That he had gone to get help?

After all, who would leave someone in this situation alone? Least of all someone who had suffered so much loss so young?

Ted Kennedy passed by nearby lighted homes and the local fire department as he walked back to his inn, away from the pond he’d later claim was deep and at high tide. He slept that night as Mary Jo took her last breaths.

The next morning, Ted refused to appear at the scene when summoned, demanding that the chief of police come down to the station. There, the chief finds Kennedy behind the cop’s own desk, reading a carefully worded statement. He doesn’t mention Mary Jo by her full name because he doesn’t know how to spell “Kopechne.”

Ten hours had passed since the car went in the water.

But Ted’s only concern is that he’ll never be president. Criminal charges don’t concern him, nor does he ever consider he might go to prison. He is, after all, a Kennedy.

Ted flees the island, helps block an autopsy, and attends Mary Jo’s funeral wearing a fake neck brace. For a time, he considers blaming the dead girl and telling the police that she was driving. Instead he blames the bridge, he claims exhaustion, he tells The New York Times he has a concussion and is on sedatives until The Times reporter informs him no doctor would ever give sedatives to someone who’s concussed.

And Ted feels sorry for himself all over again. Ted the eternal screw-up.

The film’s one flaw is, ironically, the glancing depiction of the women here. Mary Jo, played by Kate Mara, is never really fleshed out: She is The Girl, a young blonde who is very serious and very starstruck, but not much more. And Ted’s wife Joan — who was bullied by the family into calling Mary Jo’s parents and invoking Kennedy family tragedy to keep them under their control, and who suffered a miscarriage weeks later — appears onscreen for mere seconds, but speaking for us all when she says, “Go f–k yourself, Teddy.”

In the end, Ted Kennedy pled to nothing more than leaving the scene of an accident and received a suspended sentence of two months’ jail time. He would never be president, but he spent the rest of his life held in high esteem by the Democratic party. When he died in 2009, Chappaquiddick and Mary Jo Kopechne were barely mentioned. Instead he was canonized by the Senate as its Liberal Lion, a fighter for the poor, the dispossessed and, yes, women.

This film, in this #MeToo era, should begin to change all that. It should begin a new conversation about the Kennedy family in American life.

 

 

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17 minutes ago, Judge Roybeanbag said:

Lulz Fox radio stations are playing the ad for this movie at every break.   Gotta rile up that base.  I heard it at least 9times between 11 and 2. 

Most Fox listeners/watchers probably think he's still in the Senate.

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10 hours ago, PittsburghTiger said:

And from the other side.

 

https://nypost.com/2018/04/05/chappaquiddick-is-a-long-overdue-dismantling-of-the-kennedy-myth/

 

Nearly 50 years after Senator Ted Kennedy left a young woman to die in a shallow pond — and America went on to reward him with a lifelong career in the US Senate — we are finally beginning to reckon with the Kennedy myth.

But only just.

The new film “Chappaquiddick” is, to date, the most brutal and honest account of what happened that night. But it’s also something else: an indictment of our collective hero worship at the altar of Brand Kennedy, which bred so much corrosive entitlement that surviving brother Ted, the family beta male, went home to sleep it off after leaving a loyal young staffer to die alone.

“Chappaquiddick” is a much-needed counterweight to two current hagiographies: CNN’s docuseries “The Kennedys,” airing to high ratings on Sunday nights, and Netflix’s forthcoming documentary “Bobby Kennedy for President.”

JFK and RFK remain, of course, the family lodestars. But in 1969 Ted was next in line, and he had a lot of public sympathy.

His brother Robert had been assassinated while campaigning for president the year before. President John F. Kennedy was assassinated in 1963. Ted himself barely survived a plane crash in 1964, dragged to safety by Senator Birch Bayh (the irony) and hospitalized for five months. It was assumed, within the family and without, that Ted would run for president in 1972. He had three small children and, the July weekend he went partying in Chappaquiddick, a pregnant wife at home confined to bed rest.

As portrayed by Jason Clarke, the young senator is a venal, self-pitying coward, thoughtless and remorseless, ambition his only care. He treats loyalists and groupies with equal contempt, and as the weekend begins, he toasts them all for “wanting to prove yourselves worthy of . . . the Kennedy name.”

It’s clear the filmmakers are in on this joke.

We next see Kennedy leaving the party with the young Mary Jo Kopechne, who had worked for Bobby Kennedy and was still mourning his death. The film depicts Ted as drinking and driving before his black Oldsmobile 88 flies off a small wooden bridge and into a pond, crash-landing upside down.

According to contemporaneous accounts, the tide was dead low, the water only 5 or 6 feet deep. Both of the passenger-side windows were blown out. Kennedy later testified that Mary Jo might have been hitting or kicking him in her frantic struggle to escape. He claimed to have gone back under for her six or seven times but there is no proof. He was seen at 2:25 a.m. in dry clothes by a hotel desk clerk.

When Mary Jo’s body was recovered the next morning, it appeared that she died not of drowning but suffocation. She likely lived for hours. There she had been, her head and neck jammed at a sharp angle up against the foot board, gasping through a small air pocket. Was she wondering where Kennedy was? Was she convinced he was on the verge of coming back for her? That he had gone to get help?

After all, who would leave someone in this situation alone? Least of all someone who had suffered so much loss so young?

Ted Kennedy passed by nearby lighted homes and the local fire department as he walked back to his inn, away from the pond he’d later claim was deep and at high tide. He slept that night as Mary Jo took her last breaths.

The next morning, Ted refused to appear at the scene when summoned, demanding that the chief of police come down to the station. There, the chief finds Kennedy behind the cop’s own desk, reading a carefully worded statement. He doesn’t mention Mary Jo by her full name because he doesn’t know how to spell “Kopechne.”

Ten hours had passed since the car went in the water.

But Ted’s only concern is that he’ll never be president. Criminal charges don’t concern him, nor does he ever consider he might go to prison. He is, after all, a Kennedy.

Ted flees the island, helps block an autopsy, and attends Mary Jo’s funeral wearing a fake neck brace. For a time, he considers blaming the dead girl and telling the police that she was driving. Instead he blames the bridge, he claims exhaustion, he tells The New York Times he has a concussion and is on sedatives until The Times reporter informs him no doctor would ever give sedatives to someone who’s concussed.

And Ted feels sorry for himself all over again. Ted the eternal screw-up.

The film’s one flaw is, ironically, the glancing depiction of the women here. Mary Jo, played by Kate Mara, is never really fleshed out: She is The Girl, a young blonde who is very serious and very starstruck, but not much more. And Ted’s wife Joan — who was bullied by the family into calling Mary Jo’s parents and invoking Kennedy family tragedy to keep them under their control, and who suffered a miscarriage weeks later — appears onscreen for mere seconds, but speaking for us all when she says, “Go f–k yourself, Teddy.”

In the end, Ted Kennedy pled to nothing more than leaving the scene of an accident and received a suspended sentence of two months’ jail time. He would never be president, but he spent the rest of his life held in high esteem by the Democratic party. When he died in 2009, Chappaquiddick and Mary Jo Kopechne were barely mentioned. Instead he was canonized by the Senate as its Liberal Lion, a fighter for the poor, the dispossessed and, yes, women.

This film, in this #MeToo era, should begin to change all that. It should begin a new conversation about the Kennedy family in American life.

 

 

It’s also a good reminder of the danger of hero worshiping a piece of shit rapist like our current president named trump. Given your post I assume you completely agree. 

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He should of been sent to jail for manslaughter for 35 years. It’s not shocking someone of his wealth and family didn’t get sent to prison. Rich kids get away with it all the time. 

It is shocking this piece of shit continued to hold public office and anyone would be associated with him. 

 

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1 hour ago, Neonmoon said:

He should of been sent to jail for manslaughter for 35 years. It’s not shocking someone of his wealth and family didn’t get sent to prison. Rich kids get away with it all the time. 

It is shocking this piece of shit continued to hold public office and anyone would be associated with him. 

 

Is it really shocking?

Donald Trump was elected president with the help of evangelical Christians who see no problem with looking past his many moral failings.

 

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Where’s the movie about Laura Bush blowing through a stop sign at full speed, killing her ex boyfriend, and walking away without even a traffic citation?  Oh, that’s not a big event, not newsworthy?  The woman who essentially got the future 43rd president of the United States sober and didn’t even have a basic inquest after admittedly violating the law and killing another human being? A covered over crime that changed the course of history?

 

Let this go boys, it’s old history. Rich, powerful white people can literally get away with murder.  And they have, many times. 

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15 minutes ago, Bateshorn said:

Where’s the movie about Laura Bush blowing through a stop sign at full speed, killing her ex boyfriend, and walking away without even a traffic citation?  Oh, that’s not a big event, not newsworthy?  The woman who essentially got the future 43rd president of the United States sober and didn’t even have a basic inquest after admittedly violating the law and killing another human being? A covered over crime that changed the course of history?

 

Let this go boys, it’s old history. Rich, powerful white people can literally get away with murder.  And they have, many times. 

You don’t think there is a difference between Laura Bush and George Bush? Seriously? 

I’m not saying what she did wasn’t wrong or didnt deserve charges. But do you not see the difference between a politician and a politicians wife?

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Again, these were all awful situations, people died. Why are we discussing them now?  If Laura Bush had done 6 months at a half way house and never gone to college, do you think she would have met W at the low point in his life?

PhD asked why I don’t give a fuck now?  Because it’s the past, and it no longer affects the future, and it looks like there may be more than a partisan tint to dragging up now.  The film is already getting mixed and partisan reviews. 

Ask yourself: if Jenna Bush ran for Congress and a movie about Laura  Bush’s Accident suddenly appeared, would you question the motive?  Shocker that a Kennedy is getting some national talk and here we go with Chappaquidick.  

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12 hours ago, PittsburghTiger said:

Senator Edward Kennedy, one of the most famous members of America’s most famous family, understood that he belonged as much to popular culture as to political culture. Now, nine years after his death, comes a movie about the event that, almost as much as the circumstances of his birth, established him in the tabloid pantheon: Chappaquiddick.

The film, by the same name, opens Friday and retells the story of an accident in July 1969, on the titular Massachusetts island near Martha’s Vineyard, in which Mr. Kennedy drove off a bridge, killing his passenger, Mary Jo Kopechne, a campaign worker for his late brother Robert. It has been heavily promoted by conservative media outlets, and reviewers across the political spectrum have praised what they deem its damning but factual approach. Damning it is; factual it is not.

Let’s set aside the fact that, despite the film’s advertisements claiming to tell the “untold true story” of a “cover up,” the story has been told plenty, and no one but the most lunatic conspiracy theorists see this as anything but a tragic accident in which nothing much was covered up. Let’s also put aside the skein of conjecture and outright fabrication that the film unspools — in one scene Joe Kennedy, the family patriarch, murmurs “alibi” to his son, like a Mafia don, when in fact he was so debilitated by a stroke that he could only babble incoherently. Setting all this aside, the movie nevertheless raises a serious issue.

What is the relationship of fact to fiction, of the historical to the histrionic in art and entertainment? Ted Kennedy was a real man living out a real life. His political opponents could and did distort that life for their advantage. But just how many liberties can an artist or entertainer take when he or she deploys a biographical subject?

Many scenes cross from dramatic interpretation to outright character assassination. In this version, the Kennedy character leaves Kopechne to die as she gasps for air, and then, with the aid of his brothers’ old advisers, cooks up a scheme to salvage his presidential ambitions. A more callow, cunning, cowardly and self-interested yet moronic figure you couldn’t find. His first words after the accident are: “I’m not going to be president.”

Obviously, an artist isn’t saddled with the same obligations to fact that a biographer or historian is. We accept artists appropriating lives and altering them. But we also expect some an artistically valid justification for bending the truth, and sensationalism isn’t one of them. Biographical novels like “I, Claudius” or “Wolf Hall” put historical figures in the service of larger themes about the human condition. The novelist Joyce Carol Oates attempted to do that with Chappaquiddick in her novel “Black Water,” a roman à clef and a meditation on male power and female vulnerability.

Most artists understand how thin the line between art and gossip can be when one deals with real-life figures in semi-fictional contexts, which is why most artists wait until those figures pass into what seems like “public domain” — ceasing to exist as particularized people we know from the news and assuming larger cultural proportions that turn them into characters we don’t fully know.

Ted Kennedy has not passed into the public domain in this sense, so one tampers with his life at the peril of turning it into tawdry melodrama. This is especially true of the Kennedy family, who remain politically active, and divisive.

Contrary to the film’s implications, Mr. Kennedy immediately and forever after felt deep remorse and responsibility for the accident; it haunted him. By the end of his life, however, the then white-maned senator had managed to transcend celebrity and emotional paralysis and become what he had long aspired to be: an indispensable legislator whose achievements included the 18-year-old vote, the Americans With Disabilities Act and the Children’s Health Insurance Program.

His was a large-life, tragic and multidimensional figure, and it could have made, and perhaps someday will make, for an expansive novel or film about sin and redemption. “Chappaquiddick” is not that movie. Instead of excavating Kennedy for larger artistic aims, it eviscerates him for narrow voyeuristic ones.

But this is about more than Ted Kennedy’s legacy. It is a case study in how society collectively shapes its own history. It is not merely, or even mainly, the realm of historians.

Because historical figures pass out of history and into popular culture, and because that process is accelerating, these figures are increasingly defined by popular culture. Artists and especially entertainers may not feel obligations to their subjects, but they do have responsibilities to us, one of which is honesty.

Fake history is no better than fake news; it’s maybe worse. It is very possible that over time, through the osmosis of social media, the despicable Kennedy of this movie will eradicate the honorable if flawed real one.

At one point in the film, Ted Sorensen, one of John Kennedy’s closest advisers, tells Mr. Kennedy, “History usually has the final word in these things.” It’s meant to be a comforting thought, to say that the truth will come out in the end. Watching “Chappaquiddick,” it’s not clear that’s true.

Seriously fuck this guy. I wasn’t born when this happened and don’t know shit about it , but I just read this vanity fair excerpt https://www.vanityfair.com/culture/2015/12/end-of-camelot/amp

 

and the chief of the FD is the diver that found her, and he testified she was in a posture consistent with surviving the crash and finding an air pocket. He said she suffocated rather than drowned, and that if Kennedy had phoned it in when it happened he could have had her out in 25 minutes from the call. That’s not fake history. His fixers made sure there was no autopsy initially and then paid her family 90k to block an exhumation. 

I never knew until reading this article that the wreck happened the same weekend as the moon landing. He should have been basking in the glow of his brother’s legacy with the moon shot fulfilled

 

Also his wife miscarried after being in an overcrowded, stiflingly hot church for her husband’s mistress’s funeral, whom he most likely killed. Unbelievably fucked up

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Ted Kennedy was kinda iece of shit.  I never bought the Lion of the Senate bit.   By the time I arrived in DC he had dried out, but I knew plenty of old timers who had legions of stories about him. 

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9 hours ago, Sawbonz said:

 

 

9 hours ago, Sawbonz said:

Seriously fuck this guy. I wasn’t born when this happened and don’t know shit about it , but I just read this vanity fair excerpt https://www.vanityfair.com/culture/2015/12/end-of-camelot/amp

 

and the chief of the FD is the diver that found her, and he testified she was in a posture consistent with surviving the crash and finding an air pocket. He said she suffocated rather than drowned, and that if Kennedy had phoned it in when it happened he could have had her out in 25 minutes from the call. That’s not fake history. His fixers made sure there was no autopsy initially and then paid her family 90k to block an exhumation. 

I never knew until reading this article that the wreck happened the same weekend as the moon landing. He should have been basking in the glow of his brother’s legacy with the moon shot fulfilled

 

Also his wife miscarried after being in an overcrowded, stiflingly hot church for her husband’s mistress’s funeral, whom he most likely killed. Unbelievably fucked up

Maybe he should have grabbed her by the pussy.  That would relieve your outrage.  

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12 hours ago, JimmyJames said:

It’s also a good reminder of the danger of hero worshiping a piece of shit rapist like our current president named trump. Given your post I assume you completely agree. 

I guess you didn't notice that I posted two opinion pieces. One was against the movie and said it was awful. The other said it was time that a movie like that was made to put to rest the 60-years Kennedy worship. I'm not sure how you gleaned anything other than that, but, knock yourself out.

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1 hour ago, Judge Roybeanbag said:

 

Maybe he should have grabbed her by the pussy.  That would relieve your outrage.  

That's awesome. A But Trump in the thread about Ted Kennedy basically killing a gal by leaving her to suffocate in a car as he went back to take a nap and plot his next political move.

Solid effort!

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15 minutes ago, Judge Roybeanbag said:

And this has any relevance now how?   

Because the thread is about the movie made about the event. You may have missed that fact. But that's what the thread is about. I think you don't have to click on the thread, if you don't want to read people's opinions about the movie made about the time Ted Kennedy left a girl to die in his wrecked car. 

It's pretty simple.

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1 hour ago, PittsburghTiger said:

Because the thread is about the movie made about the event. You may have missed that fact. But that's what the thread is about. I think you don't have to click on the thread, if you don't want to read people's opinions about the movie made about the time Ted Kennedy left a girl to die in his wrecked car. 

It's pretty simple.

Perhaps but a few things Tahoe could have done less trolly than what he did with this thread.

For instance the thread title is misleading.  Should have been “upcoming movie Chappaquiddick” if he really wanted to talk about the movie.

He could have also started the thread on the movie board.

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56 minutes ago, Judge Roybeanbag said:

Were any of you of voting age when ted Kennedy ran fot President?  Are you responsible for this shitstain?  

 

Was in high school when JFK was assassinated. At the time thought him to be a decent POTUS and person. Good for him there was no interwebs and social media around then. Was watching the night RFK was killed in California. Tragic and felt sick for what happened. I was leaning Dem way back then. That's sickening to me now. Then along comes Teddy. Exposes the Kennedy name for what it is. Screw them and the liberal dems.

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Was in high school when JFK was assassinated. At the time thought him to be a decent POTUS and person. Good for him there was no interwebs and social media around then. Was watching the night RFK was killed in California. Tragic and felt sick for what happened. I was leaning Dem way back then. That's sickening to me now. Then along comes Teddy. Exposes the Kennedy name for what it is. Screw them and the liberal dems.

This post perfectly explains why you're so stupid. Thanks. 

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57 minutes ago, EastTexan said:

 

Was in high school when JFK was assassinated. At the time thought him to be a decent POTUS and person. Good for him there was no interwebs and social media around then. Was watching the night RFK was killed in California. Tragic and felt sick for what happened. I was leaning Dem way back then. That's sickening to me now. Then along comes Teddy. Exposes the Kennedy name for what it is. Screw them and the liberal dems.

Conservatism is just as sickening for many of us. The good news is, conservatism and fear always lose in the long run. 

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18 minutes ago, David Dennison said:

Conservatism is just as sickening for many of us. The good news is, conservatism and fear always lose in the long run. 

 

Maybe left wing socialist mind sets is more accurate for something to be concerned about. Libs are more and more headed that direction. I don't fear your ilk.

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1 minute ago, JBJ said:

Some of you guys need help.  Circling the wagons for Ted fucking Kennedy?

Fuck Ted Kennedy. Its more about the timing. "Don't look at our asshat in office now. Dems are bad too!  Here is a Dem asshole from 40 years ago."

Its not quite as egregious a misdirection as a Monica movie would be, and its a story that needs to be told, but it feels like a misdirection none-the-less. 

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I went down a bit of a google wormhole after looking up the film’s distributor and it’s   owned by Byron Allen, the dude from Real  People. Apparently he’s some kind of mogul now. Just bought the weather channel 

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