Here’s the AP on McCain. No shit.
John McCain embraces and expels Washington like an accordion player belting out a song.
Squeeze in and he touts his vast knowledge of the capital city. Draw out and he casts himself a reformer bent on changing its ways. […]
Squeeze in, and he’s the new capital tour guide for his running mate, Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin. […]
Draw out, and he’s never set foot in the city himself. […]
Squeeze in, and he’s got the Washington skill set needed to right the country’s Wall Street woes. […]
Draw out, and he distances himself from the administration of the Republican president who has endorsed him. […]
There are even times when McCain does both — squeeze in and draw out — in the same thought.
This is our fourth estate, people. Yours and mine. The first draft of history.
As I commented on Wonkette, this is not flexibility; it’s further evidence that McCain is a wind sock whose opinion matches the prevailing breeze in the room. That, or it’s the onset of dementia — but he’s been doing this for years. Years.
John McCain is like an old granddad rocking in a rocking chair on the porch. “When I was your age everything cost a nickel!” He rocks forward. “You could buy a house for one hundred dollars.” He rocks backward. “And you could get real cocaine in your Coca-Cola!” He rocks forward. “And it only cost ONE NICKEL!” He rocks backward.
We need not just a lower age limit for politicians, but an upper one as well.
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