Who could have possibly known that, with the assassinations of both Jack and Bobby Kennedy, the two smartest members of that particular clan were taken from our midst?
At least, that seems to be the case, given the idiots with which we were left.
We all know what a gasbag that Chappaquiddick Teddy turned out to be.  Now his nephew, Bobby Jr, is doing his damndest to follow in his footsteps – by joining the rest of the DUmbasses and the Daily Kossacks and trying to blame Hurricane Katrina on President Bush (and, to a lesser extent, former GOP chair Haley Barbour):
Bill Whittle now has competition.
From time to time, you’ve seen me post some outrageously good stuff from a guy named Bob Blount.  Herr Blount is a good from from Back In The Days When Spatula City BBS! Really Was  A BBS™, and his essays have never failed to be outstanding reads that provoked thought.  Most of the time, though, it was just stuff he’d email to a host of his closest friends, of which I’m honored to count as one.
Well, Bob’s got his own blog now, and you’d best believe it’s going up on the blogroll.  For his opening post, he’s dug into his own Grab Bag™ and pulled out an oldie but goodie from last year.
You are hereby ordered to go read it.  As in, right now.
Go.  Shoo.  I’ll be here when you get back.