At the risk of becoming a bit like National Enquirer, I learned today that iconic girl next door nice kid Taylor Swift is dating Kennedy family spawn Conor Kennedy.

I think that Bob Belvedere says it best:

Miss Swift: I am not a fan of your music, but what few songs I have heard seem rather entertaining. You’re a young woman with a great future ahead of you because you obviously have talent, good looks, and, by all accounts, a crackerjack personality. There’s so much you can accomplish creatively and, one hopes, spiritually. So please give a listen to an aging man who has lived in New England all his life where he has been surrounded by Kennedys since, literally, he was born in 1961:

Gather all of your things and RUN AWAY — get the Hell out of the Kennedy’s reach. Do it before they embrace you and subject you to the soul-crushing experience dozens of women before you have endured.

This is a family that commands not only absolute loyalty, but, like a cult, demands that you give up your individuality and become like them — think and act like they do. And, if you dare rebel against their wishes, like the mobsters they are, they will do everything to crush you, financially, psychologically — in every way possible. Just remember the recent case of Robert Kennedy Jr’s estranged wife Mary who they hounded and hounded until she took her own life and then in death continued to slander and libel.

Run away, now, before their work their bastardized Irish charm on you.

The Kennedys bring nothing but misery to every human being they embrace — most especially the women.

Even mega jerk Kanye knows better.