Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Speak of the Devil

John McCain and his glioblastoma can suck. my. dick.

Oh Monday, he "warned" the United States against turning toward "half-baked, spurious nationalism cooked up by people who would rather find scapegoats than solve problems."

Pot?  Kettle.

You, Sir, brought forth this vitriol in 2008.

So hungry and blinded were you for power, that at one time you might have been a reasonable man, you selected half-baked, spurious nationalistic running mates one could possibly have:  Julianne Moore Sarah Palin.

I so couldn't bring myself to actually use a picture of the two, so you get an image from the always magnificent (if you can bear to watch) Game Change.  Still, take a long, hard look. Don't let McCain's recent words take away the history that got us to where we are today.

There is a direct route to post-2008 Palin to BLOTUS. The talking without thinking, the sound bytes without facts. The narcissistic attention grab for the sake of nothing about the attention. Palin gave a fucking road map to the Dump 2016 campaign on how to manipulate middle America. 

And, of course, there is a fucking expressway from Palin to McCain.

Maybe McCain and his team didn't vet Palin enough to know into what they were getting. But if true, then he's a moron on top being an asshole. I mean, really - shame on him / them for picking what would turn out to be the female Dump.

Granted, it is good for someone in McCain's position - a senior legislator and someone from the party - to call out BLOTUS, but John's rhetoric rings hollow.  If it gets people thinking and talking, sure, why not? 

For a few lines of a speech, don't make him out to be some kind of saviour. He's not. He's just the devil in disguise......but with a tumor.

Song by: Chris Isaak

1 comment:

Raybeard said...

You keep thinking with relief that she's left the stage, but the bloody woman will keep popping up like a bad penny and opening that stinking hole in her face. Only wish someone would fill it with quick-setting cpncrete.