It must be nice to be a Kennedy. Sometimes, it's just too easy, though. The father crashes his car and leaves a woman to drown at Chappaquiddick. Now, the son crashes his car like a drunk driver and claims to have been hopped up on Ambien, though there's a cocktail waitress who has indicated that young Patrick had a few pops earlier that evening. Instead of a visit to jail, he gets a ride home from the Capitol police. You or I do that and we get a field sobriety test and a nice visit to the station.
Do we really think we're doing anyone any favors by giving Patrick Kennedy preferential treatment? Hard to imagine that. Also, why on earth don't the Kennedys hire a driver? Lord knows they can afford one. It's worth noting that young Kennedy may be the least respected member of Congress there is, which is saying something, given the vast array of crooks and potted plants that currently occupy the lower chamber.
The better question is this: why do the good citizens of Rhode Island make themselves a fiefdom and keep sending this clown back to Congress? Surely there must be someone, anyone in Rhode Island who could do a better, more coherent job than Ted's son.