McCain has wanted to be POTUS all his life. He wanted to prove to his distant, emotionally aloof Dad that he was lovable. Nobody ever told him: That'll do Pig. That'll do.

So he sat there, and watched this exotic figure winning over the electorate on his own merits, and he came up with a scheme. He would create a MONSTER. And the MONSTER would destroy his opponent and sweep himself into office. So he went down down down into the dungeon of his castle with his sidekick the Wolf Woman of Wasilla and cobbled together some dead stories, and mummified rumors, and stitched them together with lies and the glue of deception, and he thrust his piece meal corpse up in to the sky to bring down the lightning and the thunder, and low and behold, the fire of the GODS landed on his creature, and it got up off the table and began to STOMP around all over the place, scaring the shit out of everybody.

And when he talked to it, trying to calm it down, trying to control the MONSTER, it turned on him, and with arms outstretched, it began to stalk him, booing him as it stomped and whomped--and McCain saw what he had done, what he had unleased, and he threw his hands up in fear and loathing and cried. No! No! My opponent is a decent family man citizen. But the MONSTER could not hear, and went stomping on out into the darkness...the screams of the frightened villagers echoed through the valley...it was time for torchlights and pitchforks...

Thus always is the way with MONSTERS...

Nice article at HuffPo about the body language of McCain but mostly the sociopathic body language of Sarah Palin. I am glad learn I am not  the only one who gets creeped out watching her. In fact, I can't watch her without keeping a bucket nearby, to grab every time I retch...gotta lay of those mooseburgers...

John McCain, in his latest tirades against Obama, and against Dodd and Frank, has veered off into Crazyland to such an extent that I do not see how he can ever return to reality. 'There is a Happy Land, far, far away.' That is not where John McCain has pitched his tent. John McCain is marching deeper and deeper into Crazyland...he has pitched his tent by the river Styx...

This is known as going 'around the bend' in traditional folk cultures. He used to be a simple liar and a man reckless with the truth--now he is simply a complete Fabulist, inventing his own twisted world as he addresses his supporters, minute by minute day by day, penetrating deeper and deeper into Crazyland.

And the dangerous thing is that he is taking his supporters with him. They have become dangerously unhinged. This is the way that lynch mobs have formed, in the past. The mob doesn't care about justice, about truth, about evidence, or the real story--they want a sacrificial lamb, a judas goat on whose back they may pile all of their frustrations, their anger, their confusion...

I have seen this nation struggle to find its way often in the past 50 years, torn this way and that by people that want to drag it out into the sunshine and fresh air, and  people who want to drag it into the darkness and make it dance around a bonfire in a scary mask. But McCain, and his fascist loonies from America's Heart of Darkness--this is the craziest shit I have ever seen!!

John McCain has made me pretty angry at times, during his campaign, for his unfairness, his misrepresentations, his distortions, and his willingness to agitate the Beast in his supporters. This was anything BUT leadership, as I see it.

But last night, during the encounter between him and Obama--I felt sad for him. He is a tired, broken old man. He means well, but he is woefully inadequate to the challenges of this time--and it should have been obvious to anyone, that he was simply outclassed by a younger, more informed, more articulate, and more centered candidate.

Watching him thrashing around, begging people to  listen to his pleas, shuffling like an old man, trying out his lame little jokes, I felt embarrased for him, and my anger fell away. I felt like helping him into a wheelchair, and offering to get him some ice cream, maybe stroke his hair, and pat him on the head. He's through. Wheel him out on the front porch and let him get some fresh air.

A psychopath is a person who developed many of their mental faculties, except for one: a conscience. Coupled to this void conspicuous in its absence, is another missing piece of the puzzle of the whole person: the ability to empathize with others.

Empathy and conscience make social relations possible in the first place. These faculties engender a social environment in which mutual caring, and recognition of another's essential importance, value, or significance, can emerge and be fully appreciated. Many hands make light work, the saying goes.

But to a psychopath, you are simply a resource to be exploited. You aren't a person, you  are a thing, a thing with something that is wanted. A psychopath will use all of their cunning, or deception,or conniving, or intimidation to get what they want. If you are injured in the process, or harmed in some way--so what--you are an object to them. What THEY want, or don't want is all that matters. It's the only thing that is important.

Now, by trying to put the burning tire of terrorism around Obama's head, John McCain and Sarah Palin have revealed themselves to be without conscience--in other words--psychopaths. Of course, this pattern is at the heart of Sarah Palin's alleged abuse of power as Governor of AK, and her ruthlessness as a Mayberry Machiavelli in her own home town. McCain's record of bullying, intimidation, and indifference towards the suffering of others is well documented--but this latest round of deception, where the victims are the Voting Public, The Truth, and Barack Obama, himself--should demonstrate to any American who struggles to get their eyes wide open, that McCain-Palin is the bona fide psychopath ticket.

We've had a couple of psychopaths in the White House for the past 8 years--how is it possible for the country to endure any more? Don't you think it's time to get smart? Before it is too late?

Harold Meyerson explains in WaPo why Gramm is so relevant to a potentian McCain administration as opposed to the irrelevancy of Ayers to an Obama administration.

The former has been McCains advisor on economic issues for decades--while the latter once stood in line at Starbucks while Obama was getting an espresso, or waved to him on the street, or passed him in the bakery aisle at Whole Foods.

In other words, the difference between a close confederate schemer--and a passing acquaintance. And while we are on the subject of wacky reverends--I don't remember seeing any video of African Shamans laying hands upon Obama to innoculate him against demons and witchcraft--so, why does Sarah-I-got-my-copy-of-the-liberal-NY-Times want to go there? Has she not just invited her church going practices to become publicly scrutinized in greater detail? I mean, if you think that Wasilla is THE special place to go to survive the Apocalypse--isn't that something the voters need to be fully debriefed about?

Where Cindy Hensley's wealth came from--and how it financed McCain Corp...

Since this is the month for dredging up the ghosts of old associations...and how they stilll haunt our Christmas's present and future...