Will the Real John McCain Please Sit Down?

I honestly think John McCain is threatening George W.'s life in this photo. I imagine him saying menacingly "Listen, rich boy, while you were getting drunk with your buddies in the Texas National Guard, a cadre of North Vietnamese prison guards were using my nutsack as a pincushion; so tell one more fucking lie about me and I'll gut you in front of your ugly mother."

That's back when I had respect for John McCain. Now that he's proven himself to be just another political hack, willing to say anything to be elected, I'm hoping he isn't afforded a stage in which to further discredit himself.

The slide down the slippery slope of whoredom starting during the 2oo4 Presidential campaign. Now, even though he was a close personal friend of Sen. Kerry, no one could have realistically expected McCain to endorse the opponent of a sitting President from his own party. That would have been political suicide. But for him to enthusiastically campaign for a man he personally hates from the depths of his soul goes beyond mere party loyalty.

Now that McCain is running for President his own self, he's taken a sharp turn right. He was once vaguely pro choice, for instance, and now he's decidedly pro life. I'm going to start referring to flip flops as "John McCains".
Usage: "It's warm out, so I'll forgo the shoes for a comfortable pair of John McCains."

Seriously, McCain has changed positions more often than Jesse Jane in Island Fever 3.

If the Presidential Race turns out to be McCain versus Hillary Clinton, good god almighty brace yourself for pandering that might stop your beating heart. Oh, it's going to be a pander-off for the ages! The world will not have seen such pandering since I was in college and told that sorority girl I wanted to hear her Huey Lewis tape so she'd give me a quick handjob before lunch.