It’s funny how many of the Democrats seem to be older than dirt and are now succumbing to the collective curse of humanity. It must be shocking for the Baby Boom generation to realize that they are in fact mortal and only have a few decades to live. Especially the ones who are in high office.
The latest casualty is, of course, John Murtha. Now, I’m not going to condemn him because I have my doubts about any lack of character he may have had. He was definitely a saint in comparison to that scumbag Kennedy, but he was no guard at the gate. John Murtha was big on earmarks, which means he was on the take like any other politician who makes earmarks (like Ron Paul) from someone, even if it wasn’t apparent.
The mere fact that Murtha ended up in a corruption scandal should be office. It was fortunate for him that good time Charlie was there to bail him out. I guess it was for the best because Murtha seemed like a pro-war Democrat, a dying breed in and of itself. After decades of wars started by Democrats (and many finished by Republicans without nukes, which is technically cheating according to the UN), the Left-wing Democrats seemed to have lost their taste for war. Well, at least until their own president took office and now it’s full steam ahead I guess.
Murtha himself made lots of friends on Capital Hill. I know nothing of his private life, but apparently he must have enjoyed a lot of pork because that’s what he was famous for. He died just in time to not be indicted in funneling tax payer dollars to a defense contractor in his district. Murtha’s official take was just a few thousand in campaign contributions. I doubt that was to the total amount given to him.
It doesn’t surprise me that the Baby Boom Democrats are dropping like flies as of late. They’ve all done enough hard drugs, hard sex, and, in some cases, hard time in their day and now the reaper is coming for them. I’m just surprised that it has been taking so damn long for many of these fat old men to die from non-obese related diseases.
We really should start a death pool for these old farts. I’d put money on Democrat Senator Robert Byrd, but seeing as how he was a Klansman, I guess the pricks do outlive us all. He’ll probably still be wheeled out for distractions and superfluous nonsense when I end up in adult diapers in my ripe old age of 151. It’s OK, though, because at least I’ll be able to laugh so hard I can soil myself and not care too much.
Death comes for us all. I guess that’s the message we really should learn from the Baby Boomers, as represented by the likes of Ted Kennedy and John Murtha. No matter how much we do to live out loud and have a constant party, we’ll just die a pathetic wretch, regardless of whether or not we are able to make it to Dr. Kevorkian’s van in some back alley. Death isn’t pretty, it isn’t glamorous, and it’s frankly quite scary for everyone.
Especially if you’re going to Hell.