I always wanted to cast a Kennedy vote.

Whatever you think about John F. Kennedy, if you belong to a certain cohort, it left a hole in your heart when he was gunned down by a sociopath, possibly a KGB sleeper, on that awful day in Dallas in 1963. And you know in your heart that the country never recovered, even if you know in your head that the Great Republic’s ups and downs are not all due to that trauma and might have happened anyway, for their roots and causes preceded Camelot. Moreover, in its short time, Camelot addressed the challenges of the times less with sensible policy orientations and legislation than with symbolic gestures and soaring rhetoric.

Yet ye knew you’d never resist a ticket with two such names as these, Kennedy–Shanahan. Now then, lads, cheer our gallant hero, all together, Mo Ghile Mear.