Why can't John McCain just take his beating and go away? Picture this: I'm minding my own business, reading CNN.com and drinking a cup of coffee. Just trying to catch up on the day's events. I scroll down the headlines: Sprint laying people off, Home Depot laying people off, etc... About 80% of the headlines contain the words "financial crisis", nothing new this day and age. But then one headline catches me off guard. It has a familiar yet distant (maybe repressed) word in it "McCain". I have to check the date to make sure it really is January 26, 2009. The election's over right? Then I think, "Maybe it's really important. Yeah, that's it." So I scratch my curious itch, and peruse the article. It's not very long and for good reason. Basically the article is about John (runner up in a 2 man race = dead last) McCain stating that his new role during Barack Obama's presidency is (drum roll please...) "loyal opposition." Wait, it gets better.. McCain then goes on to say that his role is to "help and work together where I can." Really? Is that the job of a senator? That's nice. After all of your years of experience you've just now realized your role is to "work together?" What was your role previously? Were you a blocker of sorts? Was your title TAWIG (the Throw A Wrench In it Guy)? These words are coming from the great bipartisan. The "maverick". I'm glad you've come to your senses. I wonder if Barack showed you the light. He has inspired many. McCain is such a clown. By saying he's the "loyal opposition" or LO he is leaving himself an out. If he agrees with Barack, then he's being loyal to his president. If he disagrees, then he can say he's fulfilling his role (made-up role) as LO. Whatever. He flip-flops more than John Kerry. That's probably why his own party doesn't care for him. McCain got spanked, now it's time to get cleaned up. The nursing home is calling. Take a nap Johnny Mac.
My car's Worthless In Snow,
Off the road she will go,
I beg and I plead,
still it's like she wears skis.
Good luck driving for work,
I don't move, I just lurk,
I should trade her now,
For a donkey and plow.
An ass might be too slow,
maybe a horse, I don't know,
Ah! I'll get a moose,
A moose I'll name Bruce.
Me and Bruce moose,
On Page cutting loose!
Wine strapped to his back,
Oops I might need a rack.
Broken glass on the road,
Going to see toad,
But my sales all ceased,
Because I smell like a beast.
So Bruce moose just can't be,
Besides I have my Sammy,
I could waste all day like this,
dreaming of life without WIS.
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