Cross-posted from The Zoo and The Left Anchor...

Dear John,

Thank you so much for your frank honesty as of late. It’s
interesting that the limitless ambition, which has set you on a path of
never ending falsehoods in its way makes you the most honest politician
of the last century.

Even the media doesn’t believe you, and is more and more willing to say so. I’m not sure that one man has ever been so honest without actually attempting to be.

Every day I see you on television, I hear the same message: “I’m
John McCain, and I’ll say anything you want to hear to get elected. I
even nominated this dingbat to please you wacked-out ‘feminist’ types.
Sure, she doesn’t know the first thing about foreign policy, energy,
economics, or well… pretty much anything, but she does bring certain
qualities to my ticket. She’s a woman…. okay, I guess that’s only one
quality, but you gotta admit, it’s an important one. I mean, that’s all
you dames really wanted right? Some pretty face on the ticket?”

Well, yes, Johnny Boy, I do agree it’s important. It’s important in
that it tells us just how little you value your own nation. How does a
man go from sacrificing his own freedom from the horrors of Vietnam to
sacrificing his own integrity in order to place himself in the highest
office in the land, especially at a time when his party’s ideology —
deregulation, tax cuts, war upon war — is so at odds with the solutions
this country needs?

There has long been an expression of liars whose pants catch fire.
Well, Mr. McCain, I’m frankly surprised that you haven’t spontaneously
combusted over the last month. Forget the pants; I’d be less than
surprised if you burst into flames next week during the first debate.

And yet, just as a Viking who is set out to sea aboard a flaming
vessel following his death, if would fit you to go out in much the same
way. Just as the Vikings, you have proven yourself a plunderer without
morals or ethics, and whatever there was of the “Maverick McCain” (if
such a man ever existed), he has long since died. It’s time we sent his
memory out into the distant waters to be forgotten, to be consumed by
the flames of his own ambition.

Good luck in your next life, Senator. I can only hope your sins do
not follow your through that black corridor you have created for
yourself.

Sincerely,

Big Blue

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