I was 8 when JFK, Sr. was blasted into eternity. Guess that was a big news item.
However, I was ready to scream when JFK, Jr. killed two women and himself in that plane crash.
No one here gave a hoot, so the news whores looked up some 100 year old woman and they must have wrote this drivel, put her in front of the camera and had her say that when she heard that awful news she told her friend ‘do you remember our little John-John who saluted his father’s coffin? Well, he’s dead, boo hoo.’
No doubt someone else will be writing another book about the terrible tragedy of losing a promising young man.
So what, people die daily. I miss Mike Royko much more than this JFK, Jr.
There was nothing special about Jr that deserved all that coverage of the water where bits and pieces were found.
lindsay
I’ll second that. A more depraved and self-indulgent clan has yet to grace our shores. The bloated, gin-blossomed Teddy is the perfect patriarch for this lot.
I don’t fault Jr for his life, but the Kennedy-worshiping press is totally deluded. What defined the life that’s so woefully mourned? His mother pushed him out to deliver his coached salute that he didn’t even understand when he was 3 and somebody took a picture. How can a nation carry on now?
“Did you ever wake up,
Bullfrogs on your mind?”
I felt terrible when Jr’s plane went down. Despite enormous odds against him (no father, drunks all around, more money than god), I thought he turned out to be a pretty decent chap.
I daresay the Kennedy obsession would be over had JFK (and subsequently RFK) not been assassinated. But there’s something about a young, famous, good looking person dying that captures our attention.
Marilyn Monroe, James Dean, Princess Di, Kurt Cobain…