*- When he refused to take a pass from Hanoi because his father was an admiral.
*-When my wife sat next to one of John McCain’s buddies on a flight out east, and the man told her how they ferried supplies to post-war Vietnam.
I met McCain years later and asked why he ran a pipeline to people who tortured him. Eloquent shrug, with those ruined arms, told me: it’s the right thing to do.
*- When the lady in red started with the Trumpian b.s. about Barack Obama being a Muslim, and John McCain said, “No, ma’am,” and took away the mike.
Now I’m asking John McCain to be a hero a fourth time.
Sometime in late January, the new President is going to legally and officially and publically expose himself as maliciously unqualified. He cannot help himself.
I’m counting on John McCain, the man who is not a hero to Donald Trump because he got captured, to mix his miserable SOB persona with his idealistic free-thinker persona (that he exercises way too rarely) and become the congressional leader of the what-were-we-thinking movement.
The movement needs a leader, a role model.
Republicans are contaminated from eight years of sabotaging a black President (oh and also the country.)
The Democrats are a disaster after rigging the delegate count against Bernie Sanders.
The country needs somebody in Congress to stand up at the first blunder and say, “Enough.”
My candidate is the guy who impulsively snatched back the microphone from the bigot-lady.
Haven’t seen him much in eight years. But I know he’s in there.
Right now, that’s all I’ve got.