With millions of Americans losing their jobs, homes, insurance, retirement income and hope, John McCain’s response to the crisis has been to run around screaming at the top of his lungs, "Bill Ayers, Acorn, tax cuts and Joe the plumber." Little wonder it’s been so easy for Obama to pin the out of touch label on his forehead.
At the core of McCain’s poorly run campaign was his willingness to go along with his campaign strategists who obviously convinced him to follow the Rovian blueprint of negative ads and dirty tricks. Well, could there possibly have been a worse time for these tactics considering the current economic climate? It may have worked in 2000, a period of unprecedented peace and prosperity when Gore should have run the Electoral College table on Bush, but it won’t work now with real people suffering real losses. Even a few religiously insane nose-pickers are starting to comprehend that huge tax cuts for the already rich and a senseless two billion dollar a week war in Iraq have not worked in their favor. And isn’t it fun to watch some of the smarter republicans jump the S.S. McCain.
As they say, it ain’t over until the fat lady sings, and regardless of the outcome on Nov. 4, McCain has exposed himself as a typical, pandering politician who will do or say anything to get elected. He has done a complete 180 since his failed attempt at the presidency in 2000 and gawd save us if he does somehow pull off an upset, because no one of sane mind will believe this election was legitimate. In the unlikely event Diebold, disenfranchisement and other dirty tricks carry the day for McCain, and Obama folds like Gore and Kerry did, McCain faces a dem House majority and a potential dem veto-proof Senate. He could be a lame duck on day one.
Since he backed into the republican choice as their presidential candidate, his behavior has been contorted, confused, misleading and anything but presidential. His most important decision to date, his choice of Sarah Palin as his VP, will go down in history as a running joke that just keeps on giving. He’s swirling down the toilet at such a pace that even his best new friend, Joe the plumber can’t save him.
John McTurd, RIP.