Here I am, back in the realm of politics. My dad sent me this bumper sticker yesterday and even commented on my VP shooting post, which I guess shows you the power of the VP shooting somebody to bring people together. (Which brings up a side question–is it incredibly inappropriate to make jokes about somebody getting shot? Apparently some people think it is if you’re anti-gun, which I don’t think I am, therefore I think I’m good.)
Back to the Cheney-Kennedy bumper sticker. My dad thought it was hilarious enough to pass on, which is something I don’t think I ever remember my dad doing. Ever. So I take a look at the bumper sticker–and I don’t get it.
A quick trip to Google and a search for “ride with Ted Kennedy” turns up a creepy story about Kennedy giving a woman ride in 1969. That’s the last ride she ever took. Literally. Kennedy drove off a bridge and the car sunk. He escaped, she didn’t. He never called for help and apparently called his lawyer before the police. A fact-checking trip to Wikipedia backed it up.
Ouch. Now I get it. There’s a lovely little story my generation probably knows nothing about (my wife didn’t get the bumper sticker either, so that’s my little straw poll). I blame the media’s complete inability to give us any context or history and my education in history which barely made it to World War II, nevermind anything that happened during the second half of the 20th century.
Coincidentally, I find it rather humorous that in a conservative blogger’s rant about the media blowing the Cheney story out of proportion, he gets upset when a Washington Post columnist compares Cheney’s hunting trip to Kennedy’s ride. Apparently somebody else already thought of that comparison and made a bumper sticker out of it.