I loved John McCain—not the John McCain that ran for president—but the real one. When McCain rain for president he compromised himself and went ultra conservative to get the conservative vote. He also let Palin be the nominee for VP. But, before all of that he was my dude. He was the most liberal republican I had ever heard of. He cared about the issue not what side it came from. He was my modern day Lincoln and I’ve always had a thing for Lincoln. Seriously, when I was little I would only accept $5.00 bills—ones held no interest for me. The tooth fairy better not leave me a Washington she knows my heart belongs to Lincoln.
After the election debacle I backed off of Johnny. He just wasn’t the guy I thought he was anymore. My guy never would’ve compromised like that and he wouldn’t have stood for Palin. Then there was the issue of Meghan McCain. I don’t enjoy her. I don’t enjoy her fakeness. Tweeting a picture that looks like you were just screwed six ways from Sunday and all I can see is your cleavage and then getting mad at people when they point that out is dumb. I didn’t even know there was a book in that photo until you told me “I was tweeting about a book”. No, you were tweeting your tits, dear.
But to her credit she pulls no punches. She tells it like it is and I’m slowly starting to respect her for that. She’s a pretty liberal republican too. I’m slowly warming up to them—and t hen I find out she’s getting a talk show. F-that. I’m back to not enjoying the McCain’s.
Now…now…this has happened:
John McCain snuck into Syria to talk to the rebels and stop this madness. HOW FREAKING RAMBO CAN THIS MAN BE?! He is, his is Rambo. He is such a badass MF. Seriously, he basically said, “look if this government can’t get it together and do something than I will. He told no one, not even family. This wasn’t a PR move, this wasn’t a calculated career move, this was a 76 year-old-man getting fed up with the bullshit and taking control. Just when I think I’m out—THEY PULL ME BACK IN!
It’s good to know there is at least one class act on the Republican side…because there are a ton of douchebags, exhibit A:
They say the English language is one of the hardest to learn simply because we have so many words for one thing. Miss, Ms., Mrs. – all of these are prefixes for women, each meaning something different. Miss, unmarried; Ms.- could be unmarried, could be married; Mrs.- definitely married. Bottom line, Americans cover our asses when it comes to language. The French, on the other hand, do not, and this has been bothering some feminists of Cesson-Sevigne. Special corespondent for the LA Times, Kim Willsher, brought this issue to the attention of Americans with her wonderful, through article on Sunday.