Mary Jo Kopechne has, at long last, been avenged.
The fat, drunken swine who murdered her, Edward M. “Teddy the Red-Nosed Senator” Kennedy, finally received what was coming to him, 40 years after he deliberately refused to attempt the rescue of the young Miss Kopechne and allowed her to suffocate in his submerged car at Chappaquiddick, then tried to cover up his crime.  Reports that he was cheating on his wife with the comely Mary Jo remain unsubstantiated, but very likely.
For the part of This Fine Blog™, we will treat this in the same exact way that the leftard blogs regarded the deaths of Ronaldus Magnus, Tony Snow, Paul Weyrich, Richard Nixon and just about every other famous conservative in recent times:
With much hoopla and rejoicing. 
Yes, I know the old adage about “if you can’t say something nice”, etc.  Frankly, in this instance, I don’t give two royal shits.
See?
The simple fact of the matter is this:  you liberal pieces of shit rubbed our faces in it when Ronald Reagan, et. al, shuffled off this mortal coil, and you did so with gleeful abandon.  You’ve publically wished long and/or painful deaths on Rush Limbaugh, Dick Cheney, both Bushes, etc, etc, ad infinitum, ad nauseam, for years now, and given us a royal when we so much as raised an eyebrow.
All I’m doing here is observing the Golden Rule™ in reverse.  We on the right, whether or not we choose to admit it publically, have long waited for justice to come to that Piggish Piece o’ Pusillanamous Putridity™ – and it’s finally come…and damn!!!  it feels good.
And if you leftist pussies don’t like it, you’ve known what you can do about it for almost seven years now:  Come Say It To My Face™.
That.  Is.  All.
Hot damn!!! 
UPDATE:  Misha has extended an olive branch of sorts and written a treatise which is well worth your time to go and read.
It is a noble sentiment, and one with which we here can agree.  And so we do.