I watched John McCain with his steely gaze and steady hand on the wheel as he conferred with Republican governors about preparations for Hurricane Gustav, and I knew then that I wanted him to be the strong, solid, consistent, reassuring father I never had… Oh wait, I did actually have that father… scrap that.
Anyway, where was McCain when Hurricane Ike threatened us with its mighty winds and torrential rain? What? Oh yeah– there wasn’t a convention to magnanimously and ostentatiously delay.
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