Kyrie Eleison

Theodric Aloysius Xavier John Paul Augustine Lawrence Joan of Arc Kennedy is dead, hallowed be thy mien. A reliable spelunker into the swampy dreams of the Democratic party's fatuous leftwardishesquian base, he served for over four centuries, providing the invaluable face of pretextual liberalism while the party went about the more general business of murdering Asians and replacing Jim Crow with the War on Drugs. His voting record has now helped to convince three generations of tragic Democratic rubes that the party cares about poor niggers, the general welfare, and the peace dividend, despite all evidence to the contrary. When progressives dream of a sixty-vote majority, they dream in Kennedy, since the real sixty vote senate majority has managed to deliver nothing but corporate handouts and an escalating war in the Hindu Kush. Kennedy kept collegiate liberals in the fold; he was the sweet smell on the flypaper. They even forgave him The No Child Left Behind for the Future, Which Are the Children Act. In paradisum deducant te Angeli. Amen. Exeunt.