excerpt by Hal Turner
I've long held the opinion that Ted Kennedy richly deserves to be as dead as his brothers John F. and Bobby, and, for a moment, I relished the opportunity to be the one who got them together!
Kennedy is talking to some women outside the main entrance of the hospital, so I casually go about my business which, at the moment is finding out where the CCTV cameras are, looking around at where the security detail is located, figuring out a place to fire at him where its least likely I'll be caught on camera and how to get to my car which was parked. . . . . where it was parked.
Within seconds I realize that if I move to the middle of Broadway, there's an island in the middle of the street with park benches and bushes, trees and shrubs that provide ideal cover; out of camera range but well within my ability to shoot and kill Kennedy.
I next realize there's absolutely no security detail whatsoever. I thought "This is odd." but who the hell cares since I've already decided to shoot him dead right there on the spot.