Caroline, The RED QUEEN

Caroline doesn’t just express interest through the grapevine.. as the customary way of showing you “might” be interested in a date, buying a car or hinting through a friend: ….

“You Hate Surprise Birthday Partys!”

It’s called diplomacy… finesse- having a certain amount of cachet, savoir-faire, selling ice to the Eskimos (no offense Sarah Palin) with an astute understanding of the importance of impeccable social skills…

Can you tell? As much as I loved JFK and RFK… loved what they stood for and what they accomplished in their all too brief lives… no matter what… if they rubbed us the wrong way or said something we weren’t too happy about; at least they would meet the challenge spending time convincing us of their point of view and wouldn’t quit until we got it….. It’s the art of persuasion, personified in a politician who believes and has a vision, a better idea of how to get things done for creating a better quality of life for the world… [sheesh]

Fast forward 50 years later and the jaded remnants of what once was thought of as the vaunted idyllic world of Camelot- our dreams of Camelot are no more.. the beautiful child, Caroline, we watched grow up alongside her younger brother affectionately called…John-John… has raised her hand as if in the persona of the “Red Queen” and demanded she be considered above ALL others for the position of the state of NY Senate seat. Very soon to be dispatched by Governor Paterson’s appointment replacing the vacancy created by Senator Clinton’s “RISE, Hillary, RISE” to the ascendancy of the Secretary of State position!

The sweetness and light has gone out of the little blond headed child who’s love for her father, no one can deny. And been replaced with a silent arrogance of…

I’M CAROLINE KENNEDY – I’m here and I want that…

Oh, well.. honey, read some of your mother’s books. She would be rightly mortified at your behavior indicative of how well or unwell YOU turned out. Yes, we understand the social grooming and political lessons your brother John received from his ever graceful, societal super star, your mother.

I have to ask, where were you when your mom was instructing John in the ways of the world and how he has to earn his own way and prove himself by his own merit? How many times did she reinforce to you, just because you come from a family of privilege doesn’t give you the Right to trample and ride over people when you want something that is an open entitlement to anyone!

Do you realize the damage you’ve done to yourself bursting the public’s perceived bubble of this lovable responsible child grown into this pushy broad with name recognition that isn’t about to accept the word “NO” — If in fact, Gov Paterson, possesses a modicum of sense and sensibility, recognizes New Yorkers need and require a Work Horse NOT a Show Horse to steward one of the most complicated states in the Union through the next of the most financially critical two years?

I didn’t think so…

Go to your room with a knapsack full of books written by your mom… you might take her advise and return a better person for all her insights and experience expressed in a way that may resonate with you in the ways of humanity, the human spirit and politics as an animal you may not yet understand or control.

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