I rarely post comments, but God bless Adam (you know him as Votar) -- he really pulled an inspired little diatribe out of his ass in response to the post directly below this one.
That would be the piece that compared John McCain to Colonel Nathan Jessup from A Few Good Men.
He wrote:
"You see Barack, I can deal with the bullets, and the bombs, and the blood. I don’t want money, and I don’t want medals. What I do want is for you to stand there in that faggoty slick negro suit and with your Harvard Law School mouth extend me some fucking courtesy. You gotta ask me nicely.
There is nothing on this earth sexier, believe me, gentlemen, than a running mate you have to salute in the morning. Promote ‘em all, I say, ’cause this is true: if you haven’t gotten a blowjob from your Vice Presidential nominee, well, you’re just letting the best in life pass you by.
I run my campaign how I run my campaign. You want to investigate me, roll the dice and take your chances. I eat breakfast 300 yards from 4000 tree-hugging pinko commie terrorist-loving hippie liberals who are trained to kill me, so don’t think for one second that you can come down here, flash those big monkey ears, and make me nervous.
Boy, we live in a world that has millionaires, and those millionaires have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Tom Brokaw? I have more houses and cars than you could possibly fathom. You weep for your retirement pensions and your 401-K's, and you curse the deregulators and mavericks. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That the death of your insignificant college fund, while tragic, probably saved Robert Willumstad's trip to Barbados. And that my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves Richard Fuld's Tibetan panda hunt. I know deep down in places you dont talk about at community organizer rallies, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like maverick, gotcha, six-pack. We use these words as the backbone of a campaign pursuing victory at any cost. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who fist-jabs and hip-hops under the blanket of the very freedom I provide, then question the manner in which I provide it. I prefer you said "Oh Lawdy Lawdy thank you Massa McCain," and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a paper hat, and give me my chicken nuggets. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to!
You fuckin' people. You have no idea how to steal a nation. All you did was weaken a country club membership today, Obama. That's all you did. You put rich people's lives in danger. Sweet dreams, BOY."
Adam and I used to do a radio show together years ago.
You can imagine what it sounded like.
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