A Bealted Tip of The Hat To John McCain's Funeral
A Belated Tip of the Hat to John McCain's Funeral
It warmed my heart to see Democrats speaking well of George W. Bush, as he and Rapist Bill and Commie Obama, plus Hillary “I was so corrupt that a blind-man hovering the outer reaches of space could see it” Clinton, all sat together at John McCain’s funeral. To say nothing of sundry other political scoundrels, many of whom hated John McCain with a dogged passion while he was alive. Publicly, at least. Privately—that was another matter.
Here’s the thing: they’re all in on it. “It,” being, this game of politics. And it is a game. Cronies. Brother’s in arms. That’s what they are. These public shows of hatred—and the reverse—these public shows of solidarity move like a breeze, wafting here, then there, creating a kind of theater of the absurd.
Not very long ago John McCain was a mean-spirited Nazi, a war hawk, a NeoCon with an itchy trigger finger for war, any war. That’s what they said when John McCain was the opposition. Certainly, when he sought 30-some different times to bring a vote that would put the kibosh on Obama Care once and for all. But, when it came time to actually do the deed, John McCain, the political animal’s animal, acted out of spite towards President Trump and swung the other way, stabbing his constituents in the back as well as his party, and all his allies.
That was the time the press loved him most.
My, how things change
Mark Magula
It warmed my heart to see Democrats speaking well of George W. Bush, as he and Rapist Bill and Commie Obama, plus Hillary “I was so corrupt that a blind-man hovering the outer reaches of space could see it” Clinton, all sat together at John McCain’s funeral. To say nothing of sundry other political scoundrels, many of whom hated John McCain with a dogged passion while he was alive. Publicly, at least. Privately—that was another matter.
Here’s the thing: they’re all in on it. “It,” being, this game of politics. And it is a game. Cronies. Brother’s in arms. That’s what they are. These public shows of hatred—and the reverse—these public shows of solidarity move like a breeze, wafting here, then there, creating a kind of theater of the absurd.
Not very long ago John McCain was a mean-spirited Nazi, a war hawk, a NeoCon with an itchy trigger finger for war, any war. That’s what they said when John McCain was the opposition. Certainly, when he sought 30-some different times to bring a vote that would put the kibosh on Obama Care once and for all. But, when it came time to actually do the deed, John McCain, the political animal’s animal, acted out of spite towards President Trump and swung the other way, stabbing his constituents in the back as well as his party, and all his allies.
That was the time the press loved him most.
My, how things change
Mark Magula