Fellow Skeptics of the Media,
A couple of weeks ago the film Chappaquiddick started to appear at movie-houses everywhere. It purported to dramatize the fateful night during which Ted Kennedy's Oldsmobile flipped off Dike Bridge and scuttled Kennedy's presidential hopes. With this film in the offing, I had already given interviews to Inside Edition and People Magazine. Then, last week, by arrangement a crew from Fox News appeared here in St. Petersburg to drill at me for hours with questions about the tragedy, preparatory to the release of a documentary in the fall. I have just composed a long commentary on Facebook touching on the subject. Passing it along to y'all:
As Kennedy's primary biographer -- see Two Summers in Edward Kennedy, An Intimate Biography, Counterpoint, 2010 -- I was at the time a journalist conjuring up a series of articles about the last of the Kennedy boys for Esquire. I arrived within hours of the accident in Edgartown and spent the next week talking to everybody involved, from the DA and the diver and the boiler room girls to Dr. Watt, who examined Kennedy the morning after the accident, and Ted's cousin, Joey Gargan, whom I already knew well. Not long afterwards I spent a morning with Ted in his flat on Charles River Square going over everything he could remember about the tragedy.
Since I was the only journalist permitted such an audience, I have been hounded by media ever since word of he film broke. A well connected liberal was aghast at what she heard of the film production and got me a copy of the script before the movie appeared in the theaters. It truly was malicious and crazy, with scenes of Mary Jo Kopechne churning around in the overturned car chanting her Hail Marys and old Joe Kennedy -- in real life too stroked out to drool -- planning some kind of "cover-up." The film itself, which was surprisingly well made, nevertheless ignored the repeated attempts Kennedy made to save Mary Jo and the massive blood clot he himself sustained across his brain. I saw the X-rays. It affected him for months.
Never at a loss for imaginary scandal, The National Enquirer has recently surfaced the front-page scoop that Mary Jo Kopechne was pregnant with Ted's child and the accident was contrived to take her out of the picture. Furthermore, JFK aide David Powers was purportedly in Kennedy's Oldsmobile at the time -- along with Hulk Hogan and Stormy Daniels, I suppose.
No American of his generation did more for the underprivileged in America. No one deserves this posthumous defaming less.
A couple of weeks ago the film Chappaquiddick started to appear at movie-houses everywhere. It purported to dramatize the fateful night during which Ted Kennedy's Oldsmobile flipped off Dike Bridge and scuttled Kennedy's presidential hopes. With this film in the offing, I had already given interviews to Inside Edition and People Magazine. Then, last week, by arrangement a crew from Fox News appeared here in St. Petersburg to drill at me for hours with questions about the tragedy, preparatory to the release of a documentary in the fall. I have just composed a long commentary on Facebook touching on the subject. Passing it along to y'all:
As Kennedy's primary biographer -- see Two Summers in Edward Kennedy, An Intimate Biography, Counterpoint, 2010 -- I was at the time a journalist conjuring up a series of articles about the last of the Kennedy boys for Esquire. I arrived within hours of the accident in Edgartown and spent the next week talking to everybody involved, from the DA and the diver and the boiler room girls to Dr. Watt, who examined Kennedy the morning after the accident, and Ted's cousin, Joey Gargan, whom I already knew well. Not long afterwards I spent a morning with Ted in his flat on Charles River Square going over everything he could remember about the tragedy.
Since I was the only journalist permitted such an audience, I have been hounded by media ever since word of he film broke. A well connected liberal was aghast at what she heard of the film production and got me a copy of the script before the movie appeared in the theaters. It truly was malicious and crazy, with scenes of Mary Jo Kopechne churning around in the overturned car chanting her Hail Marys and old Joe Kennedy -- in real life too stroked out to drool -- planning some kind of "cover-up." The film itself, which was surprisingly well made, nevertheless ignored the repeated attempts Kennedy made to save Mary Jo and the massive blood clot he himself sustained across his brain. I saw the X-rays. It affected him for months.
Never at a loss for imaginary scandal, The National Enquirer has recently surfaced the front-page scoop that Mary Jo Kopechne was pregnant with Ted's child and the accident was contrived to take her out of the picture. Furthermore, JFK aide David Powers was purportedly in Kennedy's Oldsmobile at the time -- along with Hulk Hogan and Stormy Daniels, I suppose.
No American of his generation did more for the underprivileged in America. No one deserves this posthumous defaming less.
A couple of weeks ago the film Chappaquiddick started to appear at movie-houses everywhere. It purported to dramatize the fateful night during which Ted Kennedy's Oldsmobile flipped off Dike Bridge and scuttled Kennedy's presidential hopes. With this film in the offing, I had already given interviews to Inside Edition and People Magazine. Then, last week, by arrangement a crew from Fox News appeared here in St. Petersburg to drill at me for hours with questions about the tragedy, preparatory to the release of a documentary in the fall. I have just composed a long commentary on Facebook touching on the subject. Passing it along to y'all:
As Kennedy's primary biographer -- see Two Summers in Edward Kennedy, An Intimate Biography, Counterpoint, 2010 -- I was at the time a journalist conjuring up a series of articles about the last of the Kennedy boys for Esquire. I arrived within hours of the accident in Edgartown and spent the next week talking to everybody involved, from the DA and the diver and the boiler room girls to Dr. Watt, who examined Kennedy the morning after the accident, and Ted's cousin, Joey Gargan, whom I already knew well. Not long afterwards I spent a morning with Ted in his flat on Charles River Square going over everything he could remember about the tragedy.
Since I was the only journalist permitted such an audience, I have been hounded by media ever since word of he film broke. A well connected liberal was aghast at what she heard of the film production and got me a copy of the script before the movie appeared in the theaters. It truly was malicious and crazy, with scenes of Mary Jo Kopechne churning around in the overturned car chanting her Hail Marys and old Joe Kennedy -- in real life too stroked out to drool -- planning some kind of "cover-up." The film itself, which was surprisingly well made, nevertheless ignored the repeated attempts Kennedy made to save Mary Jo and the massive blood clot he himself sustained across his brain. I saw the X-rays. It affected him for months.
Never at a loss for imaginary scandal, The National Enquirer has recently surfaced the front-page scoop that Mary Jo Kopechne was pregnant with Ted's child and the accident was contrived to take her out of the picture. Furthermore, JFK aide David Powers was purportedly in Kennedy's Oldsmobile at the time -- along with Hulk Hogan and Stormy Daniels, I suppose.
No American of his generation did more for the underprivileged in America. No one deserves this posthumous defaming less.
A couple of weeks ago the film Chappaquiddick started to appear at movie-houses everywhere. It purported to dramatize the fateful night during which Ted Kennedy's Oldsmobile flipped off Dike Bridge and scuttled Kennedy's presidential hopes. With this film in the offing, I had already given interviews to Inside Edition and People Magazine. Then, last week, by arrangement a crew from Fox News appeared here in St. Petersburg to drill at me for hours with questions about the tragedy, preparatory to the release of a documentary in the fall. I have just composed a long commentary on Facebook touching on the subject. Passing it along to y'all:
As Kennedy's primary biographer -- see Two Summers in Edward Kennedy, An Intimate Biography, Counterpoint, 2010 -- I was at the time a journalist conjuring up a series of articles about the last of the Kennedy boys for Esquire. I arrived within hours of the accident in Edgartown and spent the next week talking to everybody involved, from the DA and the diver and the boiler room girls to Dr. Watt, who examined Kennedy the morning after the accident, and Ted's cousin, Joey Gargan, whom I already knew well. Not long afterwards I spent a morning with Ted in his flat on Charles River Square going over everything he could remember about the tragedy.
Since I was the only journalist permitted such an audience, I have been hounded by media ever since word of he film broke. A well connected liberal was aghast at what she heard of the film production and got me a copy of the script before the movie appeared in the theaters. It truly was malicious and crazy, with scenes of Mary Jo Kopechne churning around in the overturned car chanting her Hail Marys and old Joe Kennedy -- in real life too stroked out to drool -- planning some kind of "cover-up." The film itself, which was surprisingly well made, nevertheless ignored the repeated attempts Kennedy made to save Mary Jo and the massive blood clot he himself sustained across his brain. I saw the X-rays. It affected him for months.
Never at a loss for imaginary scandal, The National Enquirer has recently surfaced the front-page scoop that Mary Jo Kopechne was pregnant with Ted's child and the accident was contrived to take her out of the picture. Furthermore, JFK aide David Powers was purportedly in Kennedy's Oldsmobile at the time -- along with Hulk Hogan and Stormy Daniels, I suppose.
No American of his generation did more for the underprivileged in America. No one deserves this posthumous defaming less.
A couple of weeks ago the film Chappaquiddick started to appear at movie-houses everywhere. It purported to dramatize the fateful night during which Ted Kennedy's Oldsmobile flipped off Dike Bridge and scuttled Kennedy's presidential hopes. With this film in the offing, I had already given interviews to Inside Edition and People Magazine. Then, last week, by arrangement a crew from Fox News appeared here in St. Petersburg to drill at me for hours with questions about the tragedy, preparatory to the release of a documentary in the fall. I have just composed a long commentary on Facebook touching on the subject. Passing it along to y'all:
As Kennedy's primary biographer -- see Two Summers in Edward Kennedy, An Intimate Biography, Counterpoint, 2010 -- I was at the time a journalist conjuring up a series of articles about the last of the Kennedy boys for Esquire. I arrived within hours of the accident in Edgartown and spent the next week talking to everybody involved, from the DA and the diver and the boiler room girls to Dr. Watt, who examined Kennedy the morning after the accident, and Ted's cousin, Joey Gargan, whom I already knew well. Not long afterwards I spent a morning with Ted in his flat on Charles River Square going over everything he could remember about the tragedy.
Since I was the only journalist permitted such an audience, I have been hounded by media ever since word of he film broke. A well connected liberal was aghast at what she heard of the film production and got me a copy of the script before the movie appeared in the theaters. It truly was malicious and crazy, with scenes of Mary Jo Kopechne churning around in the overturned car chanting her Hail Marys and old Joe Kennedy -- in real life too stroked out to drool -- planning some kind of "cover-up." The film itself, which was surprisingly well made, nevertheless ignored the repeated attempts Kennedy made to save Mary Jo and the massive blood clot he himself sustained across his brain. I saw the X-rays. It affected him for months.
Never at a loss for imaginary scandal, The National Enquirer has recently surfaced the front-page scoop that Mary Jo Kopechne was pregnant with Ted's child and the accident was contrived to take her out of the picture. Furthermore, JFK aide David Powers was purportedly in Kennedy's Oldsmobile at the time -- along with Hulk Hogan and Stormy Daniels, I suppose.
No American of his generation did more for the underprivileged in America. No one deserves this posthumous defaming less.
A couple of weeks ago the film Chappaquiddick started to appear at movie-houses everywhere. It purported to dramatize the fateful night during which Ted Kennedy's Oldsmobile flipped off Dike Bridge and scuttled Kennedy's presidential hopes. With this film in the offing, I had already given interviews to Inside Edition and People Magazine. Then, last week, by arrangement a crew from Fox News appeared here in St. Petersburg to drill at me for hours with questions about the tragedy, preparatory to the release of a documentary in the fall. I have just composed a long commentary on Facebook touching on the subject. Passing it along to y'all:
As Kennedy's primary biographer -- see Two Summers in Edward Kennedy, An Intimate Biography, Counterpoint, 2010 -- I was at the time a journalist conjuring up a series of articles about the last of the Kennedy boys for Esquire. I arrived within hours of the accident in Edgartown and spent the next week talking to everybody involved, from the DA and the diver and the boiler room girls to Dr. Watt, who examined Kennedy the morning after the accident, and Ted's cousin, Joey Gargan, whom I already knew well. Not long afterwards I spent a morning with Ted in his flat on Charles River Square going over everything he could remember about the tragedy.
Since I was the only journalist permitted such an audience, I have been hounded by media ever since word of he film broke. A well connected liberal was aghast at what she heard of the film production and got me a copy of the script before the movie appeared in the theaters. It truly was malicious and crazy, with scenes of Mary Jo Kopechne churning around in the overturned car chanting her Hail Marys and old Joe Kennedy -- in real life too stroked out to drool -- planning some kind of "cover-up." The film itself, which was surprisingly well made, nevertheless ignored the repeated attempts Kennedy made to save Mary Jo and the massive blood clot he himself sustained across his brain. I saw the X-rays. It affected him for months.
Never at a loss for imaginary scandal, The National Enquirer has recently surfaced the front-page scoop that Mary Jo Kopechne was pregnant with Ted's child and the accident was contrived to take her out of the picture. Furthermore, JFK aide David Powers was purportedly in Kennedy's Oldsmobile at the time -- along with Hulk Hogan and Stormy Daniels, I suppose.
No American of his generation did more for the underprivileged in America. No one deserves this posthumous defaming less.
A couple of weeks ago the film Chappaquiddick started to appear at movie-houses everywhere. It purported to dramatize the fateful night during which Ted Kennedy's Oldsmobile flipped off Dike Bridge and scuttled Kennedy's presidential hopes. With this film in the offing, I had already given interviews to Inside Edition and People Magazine. Then, last week, by arrangement a crew from Fox News appeared here in St. Petersburg to drill at me for hours with questions about the tragedy, preparatory to the release of a documentary in the fall. I have just composed a long commentary on Facebook touching on the subject. Passing it along to y'all:
As Kennedy's primary biographer -- see Two Summers in Edward Kennedy, An Intimate Biography, Counterpoint, 2010 -- I was at the time a journalist conjuring up a series of articles about the last of the Kennedy boys for Esquire. I arrived within hours of the accident in Edgartown and spent the next week talking to everybody involved, from the DA and the diver and the boiler room girls to Dr. Watt, who examined Kennedy the morning after the accident, and Ted's cousin, Joey Gargan, whom I already knew well. Not long afterwards I spent a morning with Ted in his flat on Charles River Square going over everything he could remember about the tragedy.
Since I was the only journalist permitted such an audience, I have been hounded by media ever since word of he film broke. A well connected liberal was aghast at what she heard of the film production and got me a copy of the script before the movie appeared in the theaters. It truly was malicious and crazy, with scenes of Mary Jo Kopechne churning around in the overturned car chanting her Hail Marys and old Joe Kennedy -- in real life too stroked out to drool -- planning some kind of "cover-up." The film itself, which was surprisingly well made, nevertheless ignored the repeated attempts Kennedy made to save Mary Jo and the massive blood clot he himself sustained across his brain. I saw the X-rays. It affected him for months.
Never at a loss for imaginary scandal, The National Enquirer has recently surfaced the front-page scoop that Mary Jo Kopechne was pregnant with Ted's child and the accident was contrived to take her out of the picture. Furthermore, JFK aide David Powers was purportedly in Kennedy's Oldsmobile at the time -- along with Hulk Hogan and Stormy Daniels, I suppose.
No American of his generation did more for the underprivileged in America. No one deserves this posthumous defaming less.
A couple of weeks ago the film Chappaquiddick started to appear at movie-houses everywhere. It purported to dramatize the fateful night during which Ted Kennedy's Oldsmobile flipped off Dike Bridge and scuttled Kennedy's presidential hopes. With this film in the offing, I had already given interviews to Inside Edition and People Magazine. Then, last week, by arrangement a crew from Fox News appeared here in St. Petersburg to drill at me for hours with questions about the tragedy, preparatory to the release of a documentary in the fall. I have just composed a long commentary on Facebook touching on the subject. Passing it along to y'all:
As Kennedy's primary biographer -- see Two Summers in Edward Kennedy, An Intimate Biography, Counterpoint, 2010 -- I was at the time a journalist conjuring up a series of articles about the last of the Kennedy boys for Esquire. I arrived within hours of the accident in Edgartown and spent the next week talking to everybody involved, from the DA and the diver and the boiler room girls to Dr. Watt, who examined Kennedy the morning after the accident, and Ted's cousin, Joey Gargan, whom I already knew well. Not long afterwards I spent a morning with Ted in his flat on Charles River Square going over everything he could remember about the tragedy.
Since I was the only journalist permitted such an audience, I have been hounded by media ever since word of he film broke. A well connected liberal was aghast at what she heard of the film production and got me a copy of the script before the movie appeared in the theaters. It truly was malicious and crazy, with scenes of Mary Jo Kopechne churning around in the overturned car chanting her Hail Marys and old Joe Kennedy -- in real life too stroked out to drool -- planning some kind of "cover-up." The film itself, which was surprisingly well made, nevertheless ignored the repeated attempts Kennedy made to save Mary Jo and the massive blood clot he himself sustained across his brain. I saw the X-rays. It affected him for months.
Never at a loss for imaginary scandal, The National Enquirer has recently surfaced the front-page scoop that Mary Jo Kopechne was pregnant with Ted's child and the accident was contrived to take her out of the picture. Furthermore, JFK aide David Powers was purportedly in Kennedy's Oldsmobile at the time -- along with Hulk Hogan and Stormy Daniels, I suppose.
No American of his generation did more for the underprivileged in America. No one deserves this posthumous defaming less.
A couple of weeks ago the film Chappaquiddick started to appear at movie-houses everywhere. It purported to dramatize the fateful night during which Ted Kennedy's Oldsmobile flipped off Dike Bridge and scuttled Kennedy's presidential hopes. With this film in the offing, I had already given interviews to Inside Edition and People Magazine. Then, last week, by arrangement a crew from Fox News appeared here in St. Petersburg to drill at me for hours with questions about the tragedy, preparatory to the release of a documentary in the fall. I have just composed a long commentary on Facebook touching on the subject. Passing it along to y'all:
As Kennedy's primary biographer -- see Two Summers in Edward Kennedy, An Intimate Biography, Counterpoint, 2010 -- I was at the time a journalist conjuring up a series of articles about the last of the Kennedy boys for Esquire. I arrived within hours of the accident in Edgartown and spent the next week talking to everybody involved, from the DA and the diver and the boiler room girls to Dr. Watt, who examined Kennedy the morning after the accident, and Ted's cousin, Joey Gargan, whom I already knew well. Not long afterwards I spent a morning with Ted in his flat on Charles River Square going over everything he could remember about the tragedy.
Since I was the only journalist permitted such an audience, I have been hounded by media ever since word of he film broke. A well connected liberal was aghast at what she heard of the film production and got me a copy of the script before the movie appeared in the theaters. It truly was malicious and crazy, with scenes of Mary Jo Kopechne churning around in the overturned car chanting her Hail Marys and old Joe Kennedy -- in real life too stroked out to drool -- planning some kind of "cover-up." The film itself, which was surprisingly well made, nevertheless ignored the repeated attempts Kennedy made to save Mary Jo and the massive blood clot he himself sustained across his brain. I saw the X-rays. It affected him for months.
Never at a loss for imaginary scandal, The National Enquirer has recently surfaced the front-page scoop that Mary Jo Kopechne was pregnant with Ted's child and the accident was contrived to take her out of the picture. Furthermore, JFK aide David Powers was purportedly in Kennedy's Oldsmobile at the time -- along with Hulk Hogan and Stormy Daniels, I suppose.
No American of his generation did more for the underprivileged in America. No one deserves this posthumous defaming less.
A couple of weeks ago the film Chappaquiddick started to appear at movie-houses everywhere. It purported to dramatize the fateful night during which Ted Kennedy's Oldsmobile flipped off Dike Bridge and scuttled Kennedy's presidential hopes. With this film in the offing, I had already given interviews to Inside Edition and People Magazine. Then, last week, by arrangement a crew from Fox News appeared here in St. Petersburg to drill at me for hours with questions about the tragedy, preparatory to the release of a documentary in the fall. I have just composed a long commentary on Facebook touching on the subject. Passing it along to y'all:
As Kennedy's primary biographer -- see Two Summers in Edward Kennedy, An Intimate Biography, Counterpoint, 2010 -- I was at the time a journalist conjuring up a series of articles about the last of the Kennedy boys for Esquire. I arrived within hours of the accident in Edgartown and spent the next week talking to everybody involved, from the DA and the diver and the boiler room girls to Dr. Watt, who examined Kennedy the morning after the accident, and Ted's cousin, Joey Gargan, whom I already knew well. Not long afterwards I spent a morning with Ted in his flat on Charles River Square going over everything he could remember about the tragedy.
Since I was the only journalist permitted such an audience, I have been hounded by media ever since word of he film broke. A well connected liberal was aghast at what she heard of the film production and got me a copy of the script before the movie appeared in the theaters. It truly was malicious and crazy, with scenes of Mary Jo Kopechne churning around in the overturned car chanting her Hail Marys and old Joe Kennedy -- in real life too stroked out to drool -- planning some kind of "cover-up." The film itself, which was surprisingly well made, nevertheless ignored the repeated attempts Kennedy made to save Mary Jo and the massive blood clot he himself sustained across his brain. I saw the X-rays. It affected him for months.
Never at a loss for imaginary scandal, The National Enquirer has recently surfaced the front-page scoop that Mary Jo Kopechne was pregnant with Ted's child and the accident was contrived to take her out of the picture. Furthermore, JFK aide David Powers was purportedly in Kennedy's Oldsmobile at the time -- along with Hulk Hogan and Stormy Daniels, I suppose.
No American of his generation did more for the underprivileged in America. No one deserves this posthumous defaming less.
A couple of weeks ago the film Chappaquiddick started to appear at movie-houses everywhere. It purported to dramatize the fateful night during which Ted Kennedy's Oldsmobile flipped off Dike Bridge and scuttled Kennedy's presidential hopes. With this film in the offing, I had already given interviews to Inside Edition and People Magazine. Then, last week, by arrangement a crew from Fox News appeared here in St. Petersburg to drill at me for hours with questions about the tragedy, preparatory to the release of a documentary in the fall. I have just composed a long commentary on Facebook touching on the subject. Passing it along to y'all:
As Kennedy's primary biographer -- see Two Summers in Edward Kennedy, An Intimate Biography, Counterpoint, 2010 -- I was at the time a journalist conjuring up a series of articles about the last of the Kennedy boys for Esquire. I arrived within hours of the accident in Edgartown and spent the next week talking to everybody involved, from the DA and the diver and the boiler room girls to Dr. Watt, who examined Kennedy the morning after the accident, and Ted's cousin, Joey Gargan, whom I already knew well. Not long afterwards I spent a morning with Ted in his flat on Charles River Square going over everything he could remember about the tragedy.
Since I was the only journalist permitted such an audience, I have been hounded by media ever since word of he film broke. A well connected liberal was aghast at what she heard of the film production and got me a copy of the script before the movie appeared in the theaters. It truly was malicious and crazy, with scenes of Mary Jo Kopechne churning around in the overturned car chanting her Hail Marys and old Joe Kennedy -- in real life too stroked out to drool -- planning some kind of "cover-up." The film itself, which was surprisingly well made, nevertheless ignored the repeated attempts Kennedy made to save Mary Jo and the massive blood clot he himself sustained across his brain. I saw the X-rays. It affected him for months.
Never at a loss for imaginary scandal, The National Enquirer has recently surfaced the front-page scoop that Mary Jo Kopechne was pregnant with Ted's child and the accident was contrived to take her out of the picture. Furthermore, JFK aide David Powers was purportedly in Kennedy's Oldsmobile at the time -- along with Hulk Hogan and Stormy Daniels, I suppose.
No American of his generation did more for the underprivileged in America. No one deserves this posthumous defaming less.
A couple of weeks ago the film Chappaquiddick started to appear at movie-houses everywhere. It purported to dramatize the fateful night during which Ted Kennedy's Oldsmobile flipped off Dike Bridge and scuttled Kennedy's presidential hopes. With this film in the offing, I had already given interviews to Inside Edition and People Magazine. Then, last week, by arrangement a crew from Fox News appeared here in St. Petersburg to drill at me for hours with questions about the tragedy, preparatory to the release of a documentary in the fall. I have just composed a long commentary on Facebook touching on the subject. Passing it along to y'all:
As Kennedy's primary biographer -- see Two Summers in Edward Kennedy, An Intimate Biography, Counterpoint, 2010 -- I was at the time a journalist conjuring up a series of articles about the last of the Kennedy boys for Esquire. I arrived within hours of the accident in Edgartown and spent the next week talking to everybody involved, from the DA and the diver and the boiler room girls to Dr. Watt, who examined Kennedy the morning after the accident, and Ted's cousin, Joey Gargan, whom I already knew well. Not long afterwards I spent a morning with Ted in his flat on Charles River Square going over everything he could remember about the tragedy.
Since I was the only journalist permitted such an audience, I have been hounded by media ever since word of he film broke. A well connected liberal was aghast at what she heard of the film production and got me a copy of the script before the movie appeared in the theaters. It truly was malicious and crazy, with scenes of Mary Jo Kopechne churning around in the overturned car chanting her Hail Marys and old Joe Kennedy -- in real life too stroked out to drool -- planning some kind of "cover-up." The film itself, which was surprisingly well made, nevertheless ignored the repeated attempts Kennedy made to save Mary Jo and the massive blood clot he himself sustained across his brain. I saw the X-rays. It affected him for months.
Never at a loss for imaginary scandal, The National Enquirer has recently surfaced the front-page scoop that Mary Jo Kopechne was pregnant with Ted's child and the accident was contrived to take her out of the picture. Furthermore, JFK aide David Powers was purportedly in Kennedy's Oldsmobile at the time -- along with Hulk Hogan and Stormy Daniels, I suppose.
No American of his generation did more for the underprivileged in America. No one deserves this posthumous defaming less.
A couple of weeks ago the film Chappaquiddick started to appear at movie-houses everywhere. It purported to dramatize the fateful night during which Ted Kennedy's Oldsmobile flipped off Dike Bridge and scuttled Kennedy's presidential hopes. With this film in the offing, I had already given interviews to Inside Edition and People Magazine. Then, last week, by arrangement a crew from Fox News appeared here in St. Petersburg to drill at me for hours with questions about the tragedy, preparatory to the release of a documentary in the fall. I have just composed a long commentary on Facebook touching on the subject. Passing it along to y'all:
As Kennedy's primary biographer -- see Two Summers in Edward Kennedy, An Intimate Biography, Counterpoint, 2010 -- I was at the time a journalist conjuring up a series of articles about the last of the Kennedy boys for Esquire. I arrived within hours of the accident in Edgartown and spent the next week talking to everybody involved, from the DA and the diver and the boiler room girls to Dr. Watt, who examined Kennedy the morning after the accident, and Ted's cousin, Joey Gargan, whom I already knew well. Not long afterwards I spent a morning with Ted in his flat on Charles River Square going over everything he could remember about the tragedy.
Since I was the only journalist permitted such an audience, I have been hounded by media ever since word of he film broke. A well connected liberal was aghast at what she heard of the film production and got me a copy of the script before the movie appeared in the theaters. It truly was malicious and crazy, with scenes of Mary Jo Kopechne churning around in the overturned car chanting her Hail Marys and old Joe Kennedy -- in real life too stroked out to drool -- planning some kind of "cover-up." The film itself, which was surprisingly well made, nevertheless ignored the repeated attempts Kennedy made to save Mary Jo and the massive blood clot he himself sustained across his brain. I saw the X-rays. It affected him for months.
Never at a loss for imaginary scandal, The National Enquirer has recently surfaced the front-page scoop that Mary Jo Kopechne was pregnant with Ted's child and the accident was contrived to take her out of the picture. Furthermore, JFK aide David Powers was purportedly in Kennedy's Oldsmobile at the time -- along with Hulk Hogan and Stormy Daniels, I suppose.
No American of his generation did more for the underprivileged in America. No one deserves this posthumous defaming less.
A couple of weeks ago the film Chappaquiddick started to appear at movie-houses everywhere. It purported to dramatize the fateful night during which Ted Kennedy's Oldsmobile flipped off Dike Bridge and scuttled Kennedy's presidential hopes. With this film in the offing, I had already given interviews to Inside Edition and People Magazine. Then, last week, by arrangement a crew from Fox News appeared here in St. Petersburg to drill at me for hours with questions about the tragedy, preparatory to the release of a documentary in the fall. I have just composed a long commentary on Facebook touching on the subject. Passing it along to y'all:
As Kennedy's primary biographer -- see Two Summers in Edward Kennedy, An Intimate Biography, Counterpoint, 2010 -- I was at the time a journalist conjuring up a series of articles about the last of the Kennedy boys for Esquire. I arrived within hours of the accident in Edgartown and spent the next week talking to everybody involved, from the DA and the diver and the boiler room girls to Dr. Watt, who examined Kennedy the morning after the accident, and Ted's cousin, Joey Gargan, whom I already knew well. Not long afterwards I spent a morning with Ted in his flat on Charles River Square going over everything he could remember about the tragedy.
Since I was the only journalist permitted such an audience, I have been hounded by media ever since word of he film broke. A well connected liberal was aghast at what she heard of the film production and got me a copy of the script before the movie appeared in the theaters. It truly was malicious and crazy, with scenes of Mary Jo Kopechne churning around in the overturned car chanting her Hail Marys and old Joe Kennedy -- in real life too stroked out to drool -- planning some kind of "cover-up." The film itself, which was surprisingly well made, nevertheless ignored the repeated attempts Kennedy made to save Mary Jo and the massive blood clot he himself sustained across his brain. I saw the X-rays. It affected him for months.
Never at a loss for imaginary scandal, The National Enquirer has recently surfaced the front-page scoop that Mary Jo Kopechne was pregnant with Ted's child and the accident was contrived to take her out of the picture. Furthermore, JFK aide David Powers was purportedly in Kennedy's Oldsmobile at the time -- along with Hulk Hogan and Stormy Daniels, I suppose.
No American of his generation did more for the underprivileged in America. No one deserves this posthumous defaming less.
A couple of weeks ago the film Chappaquiddick started to appear at movie-houses everywhere. It purported to dramatize the fateful night during which Ted Kennedy's Oldsmobile flipped off Dike Bridge and scuttled Kennedy's presidential hopes. With this film in the offing, I had already given interviews to Inside Edition and People Magazine. Then, last week, by arrangement a crew from Fox News appeared here in St. Petersburg to drill at me for hours with questions about the tragedy, preparatory to the release of a documentary in the fall. I have just composed a long commentary on Facebook touching on the subject. Passing it along to y'all:
As Kennedy's primary biographer -- see Two Summers in Edward Kennedy, An Intimate Biography, Counterpoint, 2010 -- I was at the time a journalist conjuring up a series of articles about the last of the Kennedy boys for Esquire. I arrived within hours of the accident in Edgartown and spent the next week talking to everybody involved, from the DA and the diver and the boiler room girls to Dr. Watt, who examined Kennedy the morning after the accident, and Ted's cousin, Joey Gargan, whom I already knew well. Not long afterwards I spent a morning with Ted in his flat on Charles River Square going over everything he could remember about the tragedy.
Since I was the only journalist permitted such an audience, I have been hounded by media ever since word of he film broke. A well connected liberal was aghast at what she heard of the film production and got me a copy of the script before the movie appeared in the theaters. It truly was malicious and crazy, with scenes of Mary Jo Kopechne churning around in the overturned car chanting her Hail Marys and old Joe Kennedy -- in real life too stroked out to drool -- planning some kind of "cover-up." The film itself, which was surprisingly well made, nevertheless ignored the repeated attempts Kennedy made to save Mary Jo and the massive blood clot he himself sustained across his brain. I saw the X-rays. It affected him for months.
Never at a loss for imaginary scandal, The National Enquirer has recently surfaced the front-page scoop that Mary Jo Kopechne was pregnant with Ted's child and the accident was contrived to take her out of the picture. Furthermore, JFK aide David Powers was purportedly in Kennedy's Oldsmobile at the time -- along with Hulk Hogan and Stormy Daniels, I suppose.
No American of his generation did more for the underprivileged in America. No one deserves this posthumous defaming less.
A couple of weeks ago the film Chappaquiddick started to appear at movie-houses everywhere. It purported to dramatize the fateful night during which Ted Kennedy's Oldsmobile flipped off Dike Bridge and scuttled Kennedy's presidential hopes. With this film in the offing, I had already given interviews to Inside Edition and People Magazine. Then, last week, by arrangement a crew from Fox News appeared here in St. Petersburg to drill at me for hours with questions about the tragedy, preparatory to the release of a documentary in the fall. I have just composed a long commentary on Facebook touching on the subject. Passing it along to y'all:
As Kennedy's primary biographer -- see Two Summers in Edward Kennedy, An Intimate Biography, Counterpoint, 2010 -- I was at the time a journalist conjuring up a series of articles about the last of the Kennedy boys for Esquire. I arrived within hours of the accident in Edgartown and spent the next week talking to everybody involved, from the DA and the diver and the boiler room girls to Dr. Watt, who examined Kennedy the morning after the accident, and Ted's cousin, Joey Gargan, whom I already knew well. Not long afterwards I spent a morning with Ted in his flat on Charles River Square going over everything he could remember about the tragedy.
Since I was the only journalist permitted such an audience, I have been hounded by media ever since word of he film broke. A well connected liberal was aghast at what she heard of the film production and got me a copy of the script before the movie appeared in the theaters. It truly was malicious and crazy, with scenes of Mary Jo Kopechne churning around in the overturned car chanting her Hail Marys and old Joe Kennedy -- in real life too stroked out to drool -- planning some kind of "cover-up." The film itself, which was surprisingly well made, nevertheless ignored the repeated attempts Kennedy made to save Mary Jo and the massive blood clot he himself sustained across his brain. I saw the X-rays. It affected him for months.
Never at a loss for imaginary scandal, The National Enquirer has recently surfaced the front-page scoop that Mary Jo Kopechne was pregnant with Ted's child and the accident was contrived to take her out of the picture. Furthermore, JFK aide David Powers was purportedly in Kennedy's Oldsmobile at the time -- along with Hulk Hogan and Stormy Daniels, I suppose.
No American of his generation did more for the underprivileged in America. No one deserves this posthumous defaming less.
A couple of weeks ago the film Chappaquiddick started to appear at movie-houses everywhere. It purported to dramatize the fateful night during which Ted Kennedy's Oldsmobile flipped off Dike Bridge and scuttled Kennedy's presidential hopes. With this film in the offing, I had already given interviews to Inside Edition and People Magazine. Then, last week, by arrangement a crew from Fox News appeared here in St. Petersburg to drill at me for hours with questions about the tragedy, preparatory to the release of a documentary in the fall. I have just composed a long commentary on Facebook touching on the subject. Passing it along to y'all:
As Kennedy's primary biographer -- see Two Summers in Edward Kennedy, An Intimate Biography, Counterpoint, 2010 -- I was at the time a journalist conjuring up a series of articles about the last of the Kennedy boys for Esquire. I arrived within hours of the accident in Edgartown and spent the next week talking to everybody involved, from the DA and the diver and the boiler room girls to Dr. Watt, who examined Kennedy the morning after the accident, and Ted's cousin, Joey Gargan, whom I already knew well. Not long afterwards I spent a morning with Ted in his flat on Charles River Square going over everything he could remember about the tragedy.
Since I was the only journalist permitted such an audience, I have been hounded by media ever since word of he film broke. A well connected liberal was aghast at what she heard of the film production and got me a copy of the script before the movie appeared in the theaters. It truly was malicious and crazy, with scenes of Mary Jo Kopechne churning around in the overturned car chanting her Hail Marys and old Joe Kennedy -- in real life too stroked out to drool -- planning some kind of "cover-up." The film itself, which was surprisingly well made, nevertheless ignored the repeated attempts Kennedy made to save Mary Jo and the massive blood clot he himself sustained across his brain. I saw the X-rays. It affected him for months.
Never at a loss for imaginary scandal, The National Enquirer has recently surfaced the front-page scoop that Mary Jo Kopechne was pregnant with Ted's child and the accident was contrived to take her out of the picture. Furthermore, JFK aide David Powers was purportedly in Kennedy's Oldsmobile at the time -- along with Hulk Hogan and Stormy Daniels, I suppose.
No American of his generation did more for the underprivileged in America. No one deserves this posthumous defaming less.
A couple of weeks ago the film Chappaquiddick started to appear at movie-houses everywhere. It purported to dramatize the fateful night during which Ted Kennedy's Oldsmobile flipped off Dike Bridge and scuttled Kennedy's presidential hopes. With this film in the offing, I had already given interviews to Inside Edition and People Magazine. Then, last week, by arrangement a crew from Fox News appeared here in St. Petersburg to drill at me for hours with questions about the tragedy, preparatory to the release of a documentary in the fall. I have just composed a long commentary on Facebook touching on the subject. Passing it along to y'all:
As Kennedy's primary biographer -- see Two Summers in Edward Kennedy, An Intimate Biography, Counterpoint, 2010 -- I was at the time a journalist conjuring up a series of articles about the last of the Kennedy boys for Esquire. I arrived within hours of the accident in Edgartown and spent the next week talking to everybody involved, from the DA and the diver and the boiler room girls to Dr. Watt, who examined Kennedy the morning after the accident, and Ted's cousin, Joey Gargan, whom I already knew well. Not long afterwards I spent a morning with Ted in his flat on Charles River Square going over everything he could remember about the tragedy.
Since I was the only journalist permitted such an audience, I have been hounded by media ever since word of he film broke. A well connected liberal was aghast at what she heard of the film production and got me a copy of the script before the movie appeared in the theaters. It truly was malicious and crazy, with scenes of Mary Jo Kopechne churning around in the overturned car chanting her Hail Marys and old Joe Kennedy -- in real life too stroked out to drool -- planning some kind of "cover-up." The film itself, which was surprisingly well made, nevertheless ignored the repeated attempts Kennedy made to save Mary Jo and the massive blood clot he himself sustained across his brain. I saw the X-rays. It affected him for months.
Never at a loss for imaginary scandal, The National Enquirer has recently surfaced the front-page scoop that Mary Jo Kopechne was pregnant with Ted's child and the accident was contrived to take her out of the picture. Furthermore, JFK aide David Powers was purportedly in Kennedy's Oldsmobile at the time -- along with Hulk Hogan and Stormy Daniels, I suppose.
No American of his generation did more for the underprivileged in America. No one deserves this posthumous defaming less.
A couple of weeks ago the film Chappaquiddick started to appear at movie-houses everywhere. It purported to dramatize the fateful night during which Ted Kennedy's Oldsmobile flipped off Dike Bridge and scuttled Kennedy's presidential hopes. With this film in the offing, I had already given interviews to Inside Edition and People Magazine. Then, last week, by arrangement a crew from Fox News appeared here in St. Petersburg to drill at me for hours with questions about the tragedy, preparatory to the release of a documentary in the fall. I have just composed a long commentary on Facebook touching on the subject. Passing it along to y'all:
As Kennedy's primary biographer -- see Two Summers in Edward Kennedy, An Intimate Biography, Counterpoint, 2010 -- I was at the time a journalist conjuring up a series of articles about the last of the Kennedy boys for Esquire. I arrived within hours of the accident in Edgartown and spent the next week talking to everybody involved, from the DA and the diver and the boiler room girls to Dr. Watt, who examined Kennedy the morning after the accident, and Ted's cousin, Joey Gargan, whom I already knew well. Not long afterwards I spent a morning with Ted in his flat on Charles River Square going over everything he could remember about the tragedy.
Since I was the only journalist permitted such an audience, I have been hounded by media ever since word of he film broke. A well connected liberal was aghast at what she heard of the film production and got me a copy of the script before the movie appeared in the theaters. It truly was malicious and crazy, with scenes of Mary Jo Kopechne churning around in the overturned car chanting her Hail Marys and old Joe Kennedy -- in real life too stroked out to drool -- planning some kind of "cover-up." The film itself, which was surprisingly well made, nevertheless ignored the repeated attempts Kennedy made to save Mary Jo and the massive blood clot he himself sustained across his brain. I saw the X-rays. It affected him for months.
Never at a loss for imaginary scandal, The National Enquirer has recently surfaced the front-page scoop that Mary Jo Kopechne was pregnant with Ted's child and the accident was contrived to take her out of the picture. Furthermore, JFK aide David Powers was purportedly in Kennedy's Oldsmobile at the time -- along with Hulk Hogan and Stormy Daniels, I suppose.
No American of his generation did more for the underprivileged in America. No one deserves this posthumous defaming less.
A couple of weeks ago the film Chappaquiddick started to appear at movie-houses everywhere. It purported to dramatize the fateful night during which Ted Kennedy's Oldsmobile flipped off Dike Bridge and scuttled Kennedy's presidential hopes. With this film in the offing, I had already given interviews to Inside Edition and People Magazine. Then, last week, by arrangement a crew from Fox News appeared here in St. Petersburg to drill at me for hours with questions about the tragedy, preparatory to the release of a documentary in the fall. I have just composed a long commentary on Facebook touching on the subject. Passing it along to y'all:
As Kennedy's primary biographer -- see Two Summers in Edward Kennedy, An Intimate Biography, Counterpoint, 2010 -- I was at the time a journalist conjuring up a series of articles about the last of the Kennedy boys for Esquire. I arrived within hours of the accident in Edgartown and spent the next week talking to everybody involved, from the DA and the diver and the boiler room girls to Dr. Watt, who examined Kennedy the morning after the accident, and Ted's cousin, Joey Gargan, whom I already knew well. Not long afterwards I spent a morning with Ted in his flat on Charles River Square going over everything he could remember about the tragedy.
Since I was the only journalist permitted such an audience, I have been hounded by media ever since word of he film broke. A well connected liberal was aghast at what she heard of the film production and got me a copy of the script before the movie appeared in the theaters. It truly was malicious and crazy, with scenes of Mary Jo Kopechne churning around in the overturned car chanting her Hail Marys and old Joe Kennedy -- in real life too stroked out to drool -- planning some kind of "cover-up." The film itself, which was surprisingly well made, nevertheless ignored the repeated attempts Kennedy made to save Mary Jo and the massive blood clot he himself sustained across his brain. I saw the X-rays. It affected him for months.
Never at a loss for imaginary scandal, The National Enquirer has recently surfaced the front-page scoop that Mary Jo Kopechne was pregnant with Ted's child and the accident was contrived to take her out of the picture. Furthermore, JFK aide David Powers was purportedly in Kennedy's Oldsmobile at the time -- along with Hulk Hogan and Stormy Daniels, I suppose.
No American of his generation did more for the underprivileged in America. No one deserves this posthumous defaming less.
