A Class Act

There's an article in today's New York Times that's worth the read. John McCain's son is a Marine who recently returned from a tour in Iraq. The McCains have tried very hard to keep this quiet (which makes me wonder why I am even posting this). In fact, the McCains asked the Times not to publish the article.

At one of the New Hampshire debates, McC was asked a question by a woman who had lost her brother to an IED in Iraq. Later, McC and his son, who at the time was days away from leaving for his tour in Anbar, visited her at her home without the presence of any reporters or cameras. What a visit that must have been.

In yet another class act, Cindy McCain arranged for a special visit to her son right before he was to leave but he refused to see her bc. he thought he would be the recipient of special treatment that the other Marines in his unit could not share.

Hot Times in the Old House Tonight

Watching John McC on stage tonight giving his victory speech with wife Cindy by his side, all that came to mind was that there's going to be some hot sex in the McCain house tonight. The kind of sex reserved for sailors returning from the sea. Celebration sex.

You could just see it in their eyes--the happiness of a hard campaign waged and won. I mean this in the most complimentary way. They deserve it. Who would have thought last September 1st that they'd be where they are?

Billary tonight? I don't think so. Probably not much goes on in that department these days.

And the Obamas? They're too worried to have that sort of celebration. Hard to have celebration sex when you're shaking in your boots from Billary on your heels.

This brings me to one of the reasons I've always been a fan of McCain. He's a man. A manly man--a fighter pilot, a man with a temper, a rebel in many respects. A sailor. I had the pleasure of being an eye witness to what I now refer to as his suicide speech in Virginia Beach in 2000. He went into the heart of Pat Robertson country the week of the Virginia primary and attacked the religious right, said the Robertson/Falwell-ites were too far out of the American main stream and hurt the Republican party on the day of the general election.

I knew what he was doing. He knew he was going to lose in Virginia after having been smeared in South Carolina the week before. His speech was aimed at the the voters of Michigan who were voting in their primary the following week. So he went for it. Said what he believed. Caused audible gasps from the God Squad audience. But I've always admired him for the gutsiness.

He's gotten a little smarter since then, a little more diplomatic maybe. But at the same time, he's still a manly man.

And tonight? They have much to celebrate.