There must be a connection

6 degrees of separation: Car crashes linked to assassinations? 

By John L. Guerra

Two weeks before John F. Kennedy was killed in his car in Dallas, future First Lady Laura Bush killed a Texas man with her car.

Ten days after Democratic presidential candidate Bobby Kennedy was gunned down in Los Angeles, a woman was killed in Mitt Romney's car after he collided with a car driven by a Catholic priest.

It gets weirder. Mitt Romney was declared dead in that same crash, and his father, George Romney, was a presidential candidate on the Republican side while Bobby Kennedy was on the other side. Upon learning that his son was dead, George Romney called Bobby Kennedy's brother in law, Sargent Shriver, who was the American ambassador to France. He asked Shriver to confirm his son's status--something even Obama couldn't accomplish years later. 

As we all know, Mitt lived. Sort of.

Thirteen months later Sen. Ted Kennedy ran his car off the Chapaquiddick Ferry Bridge and left Mary Joe Kopechne in the water overnight.

These facts might make your head spin, but let me sort it all out.

In the First Lady's instance, it finally establishes a concrete link between Laura Bush and JFK's assassination.

As for Romney's crash, which occurred because as Romney himself said, "I was frightened of driving a car and had a sense of vulnerability that I had not experienced before," I can establish an even creepier connection. Because he is a Mormon and the man in the other car was a Catholic, the priest must have been drunk. Romney told C-Span interviewer Brian Lamb in 2006 that "the other fellow was drunk." As we all know, whether you are in France or Vietnam, it's never the fault of the rich guy.

There is no proof the priest was drunk. In fact, the French police did not accuse the priest of drinking and the priest, who is still alive, says he wasn't drunk.

By the way, and I find this very interesting: The French declared the youngster Mitt Romney dead in June 1968 after the car crash. Right there on the side of the road, in the grass, among several injured people, some of whom weren't moving. The local French guy in charge of the scene wrote "Il est mort" across Romney's passport. Romney told Lamb that his father, then-presidential candidate George Romney, read about his son's death in American newspapers (not). George Romney called Shriver (true story, according to the younger Romney) and asked him to check on his progeny, who had never been out of the United States. Shriver went to the hospital, talked to the young Romney (proving he was still alive) and called George Romney and the rest is history. The president of the Mormon mission and his wife were in the back seat. The wife of the Mormon leader was the one who died in the crash. You can see the new widower's sadness as he eats his meal in the hospital.

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Now, we know that the late Teddy Kennedy had been drinking pretty heavily when he drove Miss Kopechne across the wooden bridge to drop her off at her hotel room. And he's a Catholic. See the connection?

There really isn't one. Alcohol and lunatics kill, regardless of religious affiliation.

Now, to the woman who has had to suffer endlessly because she is married to a buffoon.

Laura Bush was heading back into town with a girlfriend (they had been hanging out at an outdoor party-I wish these people would admit to being people) when she drove through an intersection.

Here's how a newspaper reported the incident.

"Driving her father’s brand new Chevy Impala on Nov. 6, 1963, Laura ran a stop sign on Farm Road 868 at 8:08 p.m. at 50 mph., plowing into a Corvair sedan driven by Michael Dutton Douglas, the high school’s track and football star, and according to some, a former beau of hers. The impact of the collision hurled Douglas’ car some 50 feet off the road, instantly killing him. Laura and her passenger, schoolmate Judy Dykes, were both treated at the local hospital for their own bruises. It was there she learned that Douglas had died of a broken neck."

I believe Laura Bush when she says she felt absolutely, sickeningly, horrifically, horrible about the young man's death. At the hospital, she could hear his mother weeping over her son on the other side of the emergency room curtain. It was a moment, she wrote in her biography, that changed her life and brought her tumbling into adulthood. I've always liked her and feel bad that she went through that nightmare--the accident, I mean. Not her marriage to what's-his-name.