But I do.
The times I like him best, I guess, are the times when he gets caught in a question he both can’t answer honestly, and hasn’t been adequately prepared for. These are the times when a profound hesitancy emerges, just for a second, and his eyes seem to say:
“Holy crap, what have I done?”
That’s the John McCain I know, or like to think I know: the guy who really doesn’t believe any of this shit, who’s just saying it all to get elected, but who’s seriously not that good a liar, and who’s unconsciously sabotaging himself at every step because he can’t stand the dishonesty of it all.
In other words, the guy they don’t like. Oh, they frickin’ LOOOOOVE that Palin chick, wow! They’re absolutely nuts for her. But McCain, not so much. He’s out there to lose. They would’ve really rather had anybody else (well, maybe except Huckabee; yet strangely, not Romney), and it shows. Every eulogistic word about John McCain rings horribly false to my ears, here, and I mean horribly. This is the most evil procession of two-faced rabble-rousing speechifiers I’ve ever witnessed. There’s a chewy centre of rotten nastiness here, underneath the stale coating of white-bread wishful thinking, and it stinks to high heaven. In all probability, these people hate John McCain.
So, he’s got one unassailable credential, at least.
And now I pray he’ll live up to it. Oh, it won’t happen! But how I yearn to see him come out on that stage and blow it all off. Blow it off, and blow it away. It’s what I’d do, no joke: I’d come out and lambaste them all for their intolerance and myopia and greed and hypocrisy and just plain lying, I’d call them vultures and false friends and I’d storm right outta there. “Here, have Lieberman instead, you like him about as much as me anyway!” I’d say scornfully.
Because Lieberman is the John McCain of the Democratic party.
This whole thing’s really quite sickening. Thank God it’ll be over soon.