Sweet Caroline

So Caroline Kennedy Schlossberg (funny how she's recently dropped the 'Schlossberg') ants to be the next U.S. Senator from New York. It seems a bit odd in this day and age to have someone lay claim to public office on the basis of hereditary right -- I thought that sort of thing went out of fashion when the Hapsburgs quit laying claim to every vacant throne in Europe.
Now I'll grant that Caroline was a cut kid -- sitting on her pony 'Macaroni' while it dropped road apples in the Rose Garden -- and her father's death is an American tragedy, but at 51 her life's most extraordinary feature is being rich and privileged -- something she has in common with a goodly number of Senators, but probably not what the Founders had in mind when they established the office. Somehow, it strikes me that somewhere in all of New York there dwells an individual with greater breadth of experience, depth of insight and profundity of understanding than a wealthy woman who wouldn't merit a moment's consideration if her last name were simply Schlossberg.
And if New York is really that hard pressed for Senate candidates -- might I suggest they appoint whichever New Yorker comes up short in the Minnesota recount. I'm sure that Norm from Brooklyn or Al from Manhattan will serve the Empire State quite as well as Ed Schlossberg's wife.