…and worry about the treacherous viper Hillary later.
Thank you, Rude Pundit:
McCain began his speech with a lie: “Good evening from the great city of New Orleans.” Kenner is a suburb that’s got Metairie between it and New Orleans. It’d be like calling someone from Yonkers and saying that you’re in New York City. And he was speaking in north Kenner, the whitest area of the town, where David Duke went to speak right after getting out of prison. Indeed, the only reason for choosing to speak in Kenner is that it’s where the airport is.
That might seem like a petty distinction, but keep that in mind when idiots try to insist that Obama lied when he said his uncle was in World War 2, not his great uncle. (Never mind that whole Buchenwald and Auschwitz fiasco. The people who pounced on that gaffe hardest came off as a bunch of Nazi apologists.) Kenner is not New Orleans. It’s somewhat analogous to McCain’s trip to the Shorja market in Iraq.
I don’t seek the presidency on the presumption I’m blessed with such personal greatness that history has anointed me to save my country in its hour of need.
Perhaps not, but why did you go crawling on your knees as a supplicant to be annoited by Bush, the man who God chose to be president?
‘I feel like God wants me to run for President. I can’t explain it, but I sense my country is going to need me. Something is going to happen… I know it won’t be easy on me or my family, but God wants me to do it.’
Shut up, McCain. Your prior service to this country was appreciated. Please retire to fish on your private man-made lake in the Arizona desert.