RFK's granddaughter dies from OD. 22 years old. https://www.nytimes.com/2019/08/01/us/kennedy-compound-overdose.html
I hate that fucking family. My Grandmother’s summer house in Hyannis looks at the compound across the harbor. Like when I say they were neighbors, they truly were. I could tell you a thousand (from the locals) stories of what fuck heads they are. Major coke heads. Majorly entitled.
To quote the article "Professor Breen recalled that Ms. Kennedy Hill once sought him out after a class conversation on feminism and rape culture, asking him whether the issues were appropriate for the classroom given that some students may have been survivors of sexual assault." The little snot didn't realize just how long Teddy "Chivas Regal Breath" has been dead.
I hold no animosity for this young woman's generation. Depression sucks. Kinda hard to bitch about reparations with your POV on the Kennedys.
I would see Teddy on the dock daily growing up and would walk by him and mumble “chappaquiddick” just loud enough where he’d hear me. My dad would hi five me and go “atta boy” lol.
“Her life was filled with hope, promise and love.” Uhhh, apparently not. “Ms. Kennedy Hill wrote about her struggles with depression and mental illness for the student newspaper at Deerfield Academy”
The rest are no different. My cousins grew up with them as they went to the summer house every summer growing up. Literally all low life piles of shit.
Is it just me, or is it the pinnacle of irony that there’s an advertisement for the Ted Kennedy Institute at the car rental counter at Logan? Oh, and here’s a tip for anyone traveling with young kids: check the tags on the luggage you grab. I’m an hour away from the airport after getting in at 10 last night, grabbing someone else’s bag that looks 100% like mine, driving all the way to my parents, only to turn around and head back. FML!
Oh trust me it fucking sucks. My little sister was crowned 2019 Maine Sea Goddess, and I’m missing the parade to bring this luggage back. I’ve been up 25 hours, have been driving pretty much non-stop for 7 hours and have another 4 ahead of me to get to Logan and back. I feel like a total asshole for snagging someone else’s bag and inconveniencing them. Ugh.
It’s ok. Got the kids to grandma’s so they’ll get to see it. And I get to unleash my assertive driving skills in Beantown without the kids.
Yeah. Tons of drama last year. There’s scholarship money that comes with it so there’s some actual value to winning. And man, did I need that! Been in Minneshitholia for so damn long I almost forgot how to drive like a Masshole! Got a rental Nissan Frontier 2WD that I’m skittering around corners and pogoing over seams and frost heaves. This pile of shit handles worse than my old FZR400 on stock suspension.