For those not familiar with the tale that most likely kept Teddy Boy from becoming president, the story goes something like this.
In July of 1969 He was at a party. In typical fashion he pounded away insane amounts of alcohol. After all how does a good irish boy prove his roots.
When he left Mary Jo Kopechne wanted a ride to her hotel room, so she took the ride with him. Unfortunately he was so drunk that he drove off a bridge. He was able to swim to shore, but the same could not be said for Mary Jo Kopechne.
After a few attempts to rescue her, he went back to the house and got a couple friends that dove in and could not find her either.
The one thing he did not do was report the accident to the cops. There was a telephone telephone at the cottage he walked back to and he had to walk past four houses from which he could have telephoned and summoned help. The first house was about 150 feet away.
His friends had told him to report the accident, and he told them he would take care of it.
In good Kennedy fashion he then went to his hotel room, got some sleep, complained to the manager about a loud party making to much noise and generally acted as if nothing had happened.
The next morning two men saw the overturned car and reported it to the nearest house. Upon further investigation Mary Jo's body was found. The diver later testified that she was located up in the car in the spot where an air bubble would have been presume to have formed. Implying that Mary Jo Kopechne had survived for a while after the initial accident in the air bubble.
Kennedy's Written Statement wrote:On July 18, 1969, at approximately 11:15 p.m. in Chappaquiddick, Martha's Vineyard, Massachusetts, I was driving my car on Main Street on my way to get the ferry back to Edgartown. I was unfamiliar with the road and turned right onto Dike Road, instead of bearing hard left on Main Street. After proceeding for approximately one-half mile on Dike Road I descended a hill and came upon a narrow bridge. The car went off the side of the bridge. There was one passenger with me, one Miss Mary [Kopechne], a former secretary of my brother Sen. Robert Kennedy. The car turned over and sank into the water and landed with the roof resting on the bottom. I attempted to open the door and the window of the car but have no recollection of how I got out of the car. I came to the surface and then repeatedly dove down to the car in an attempt to see if the passenger was still in the car. I was unsuccessful in the attempt. I was exhausted and in a state of shock. I recall walking back to where my friends were eating. There was a car parked in front of the cottage and I climbed into the backseat. I then asked for someone to bring me back to Edgartown. I remember walking around for a period and then going back to my hotel room. When I fully realized what had happened this morning, I immediately contacted the police.
So once again, the country will mourn and bemoan the loss of a great man and senator. Just a few months ago the world went all retarded at the death of a pedophile, and how they will do the same for a murderer.
f**k Ted Kennedy, it is unfortunate the story was not about a dead Kennedy and a live Kopechne.
The only silver lining is that the even very likely kept Teddy boy from ever becoming president. For that we thank you Mary Jo.

: Maybe we should send you to a concentration camp.