Caroline Kennedy wants, you know, to be, you know, a senator, you know

Princess Caroline is about as articulate as a valley girl. Take a look at how many times she says “you know” in one short interview.  It’s a lot, you know. Her comments are riddled with so many “you knows” that it’s almost impossible to discern the points she’s trying to make. Listening to her reminds me of a line from Billy Madison:

Mr. Madison, what you’ve just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever heard. At no point in your rambling, incoherent response were you even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought. Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it. I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul.

Hot Air notes that the princess’s InTrade number are falling rapidly.

Update: Michael Goodwin writing at the Daily News says in his piece titled “Say Goodnight Caroline: How JFK’s daughter flubbed the audition to become the next Senator Kennedy” (a subtle throwback to Gracie Allen’s portrayal as an airhead) says she’s simply not qualified:

That truth is that Kennedy is not ready for the job and doesn’t deserve it. Somebody who loves her should tell her.

Her quest is becoming a cringe-inducing experience, as painful to watch as it must be to endure. Because she is the only survivor of that dreamy time nearly 50 years ago, she remains an iconic figure. But in the last few days, her mini-campaign has proved she has little to offer New Yorkers except her name.

Her handlers and family enablers insist she feels no entitlement to the Senate job, yet there is no other possible reason to give it to her. Her name is the sole reason she even dares go for it. Camelot must be Gaelic for chutzpah.

New York can do better.