Pounding the Table

There's an old saying around the legal profession that if you have the law on your side, pound the law. If you have the evidence on your side, pound the evidence. And if you have neither, pound the table.

And that seems exactly what Grampaw McSame and Caribou Barbie have been doing over the last few days. They can hardly afford to admit that Grampaw and his pack of fellow Rethug slimeball greedy-capitalist-pig deregulation-monkey cohorts are responsible for the economic mess we're in, and since they really have nothing else, they are pounding the table on Barack Obama: "Who is he? We don't know him. But we do know that he pals around with terrorists," etc etc etc.

Jeez, give me a fucking break already. Obama has been running for president for the last two years or so, he's been in a couple dozen debates, he's campaigned in almost every state, he's been in our living rooms on television nearly every day. And we don't "know" him? No, it's Grampaw that we don't "know", since he's taken great pains to try to hide the Real John McCain from the world. But thanks to people like Tim Dickinson, Mary Hershberger (see Investigating John McCain's Tragedy at Sea) and Sidney Schanberg, we're getting to know a new and different John McCain, different from that carefully-constructed persona of the Lone Maverick on the White Horse.

And what we see, Senator, we don't like very much. We very much miss the John McCain we thought we knew back in 2000, and we mourn his passing. The John McCain that we see today ... we don't like you very much. And we're going to like you even less if you keep up these nonsensical below-the-belt desperation attacks on your opponent.