Poor feeble-minded John, as opposed to bald-headed John from that classic Zappa tune, Dong Work for Yuda. Apparently, our living hero mush-headed McCain is suffering from post dramatic sleaze disorder, in which doomed Republicans gather together in cramped basement media entertainment centers to stroke each other's insignificant penises while dreaming of Olympia Snow and listening to the soundtrack from Lemmings.
I guess John is having second thoughts about having let Karl Rove talk him into putting Sairhead Sirhan Palin on the ticket to ensure that another spineless Democrat — who also conveniently happened to be shamelessly non-white — would be doomed to failure and humiliation as the result of inheriting eight years of fiscal, domestic, and foreign policy incompetence. Gee, I wonder what Sairhead is thinking about. She looks like her panty shield is leaking.
Funny how things work out, with the head nigra managing to do what no other NOMF™ president of either party could accomplish in a century of saying they were trying. Looks like John expected Biraq would just bend over and take it up the poop chute for the wimpy gimpers instead of going for the jugular and stomping on the Repugs when they are down. Ouch!
Now John sees his opportunity to be remembered as anything more than a shill for big business and the big government required to support it is slipping down the toilet like an incompetent and less than committed tapeworm.
Biraq is apparently committed to driving skewers through the tongues of corporate whores who love to repeat the big lies over and over so that small-minded, ineffectual idiots can remember the talking points and wear funny hats so the liberal media can display them as cautionary examples to children about what not to become.
The fact that Republicans gathered their horses and voted as a block against health care reform just indicates how terribly they misunderestimated the numbers of red and white and yellow and brown and black indigenous savages arrayed around them to make custard and blood sausage from all their pathetic Little Custers.
McCain must feel like he lost the Vietnam War all over again. Good for him. He deserves to feel something he deserves to feel, the simpering Olestra addict.
I really like this picture of McCain with a blurry Scott Brown in the background, apparentlly responding like so many teabaggers do when listening to that other great Zappanian anthem about our empire of fast food and empheral services: Wind Up Working In A Gas Station, which is what the Senate has become.
Go for it John. Show me your thumb 'cause you're really dumb. And bring plenty of friends for the feast.
Oh, and by the way, where's your tie, you blithering asshole?