Kennedys and cars?

Kennedys and cars? Is there a serious statement to be made about this? I see much potential for dark humor about murderers. No one ever died in my plastic car, and I never had an accident that I thought I should run from and re-group.

Those Kennedys have the bucks to hire professional drivers to carry them home from their drunken reveries. I suppose the image of a sober “little person” embarrasses the Usual Suspects. They have "designated rapists" for party times that get out of hand; why can't they find someone to drive them back to the estate, so they don't kill the little people they proclaim such pride in representing?

More stupidity and pampered behavior from the cursed clan of Massachusetts. I paid my speeding tickets in the Corvette, and behaving like a member of Congress would have been laughed out of court.

Where are the orange jumpsuits when they are called for?