Caroline Kennedy, the last, living, princess of Camelot and the heir apparent for the ongoing propagation of the first Royal Political Family in the United States — the Bush Clan are the second — decided she was too frilly and delicate to be the knuckle-busting junior senator from the great State of New York.
We are only left to utter “good riddance” for leading us on with her interest and then her disinterest early yesterday and then her alleged recantation hours later and then her final refusal early this morning.
If Caroline decided she didn’t want to represent New York, then she should clearly say that instead of blaming her decision to jump ship on uncle Teddy’s inauguration day seizure. Don’t blame others for your own mistakes, Caroline. Own your demons outrightly.
Perhaps she smelled Andrew Cuomo’s vengeful, hot breath, on her neck and instead of beating him back, decided to go lame before him and offering her bare neck for his feasting.
Or, perhaps she sensed she was the pick of privilege in the Age of Obama where the street wins the day and experience actually matters as evidenced in today’s NY Daily News poll:
Goodbye, princess Caroline, it’s probably best we remember you as you were instead of as you are — riding your pony Macaroni at the White House — while Neil Diamond secretly wrote love songs about you.