
"He has more than earned our support. He has earned our admiration and our love."---John McCain on George W. Bush [Chicago Tribune 08/11/2004]
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Barack Obama and Joe Biden believe we must fight the terrorists not where we imagine them to be, but where we know them to be like Afghanistan and Pakistan. We must lead a global effort to secure loose nuclear materials, not where we imagine them to be, but where we know them to be, in Russia, and the countries of the former Soviet Union.
The great rule of conduct for us, in regard to domestic nations, is in extending our commercial relations, to have with them as little political connection as possible. Europe has a set of primary interests, which to us have none, or a very remote relation. Hence she must be engaged in frequent controversies the causes of which are essentially foreign to our concerns. Hence, therefore, it must be unwise in us to implicate ourselves, by artificial ties, in the ordinary vicissitudes of her politics, or the ordinary combinations and collisions of her friendships or enmities.
Still being a registered voter in Pennsylvania, I listened with interest to the speach Bob Casey Jr. gave at the Democratic National Convention August 26, 2008. Casey urged the citizens of the United States to elect Barack Obama as President and not to give the Republicans "four more years" of control nor "four more months." The crowd went wild and began shouting "four more months, four more months, four more months." The problem? Even if Barack Obama is elected President, it will be FIVE more months before Bush, Cheney, and the Repugnantcans could be tossed from the White House. Yes FIVE months, NOT four....

The Spanish accent in unique. Certain words and word forms prove difficult. Words that begin with the letter s followed by a consonant are pronounced with an e before the word. Stop becomes estop. (No estoppel jokes, please.) Sleep is pronounced esleep. Words that end in ts are pronounced minus the t. Nuts becomes nuss.
Got it?
Now here's what happened.
A friend of mine was getting married. I flew to the wedding with his mother, a lovely lady whose native language is Spanish with a Cuban accent and dialect. A lovely woman.
We flew to Minneapolis and then took a puddle jumper to the middle of nowhere in Wisconsin. The plane, as you can imagine, was quite small. Since this was pre-9/11, the pilots had the cockpit door open. It was very tight, very small--and sound carried. Boy, did it carry.
My friend's mother was seated a few rows behind me. She was famished. She wondered aloud if there would be any snacks on this short flight.
To her relief a young man came down the aisle carrying what looked like a large garbage bag filled with apples, crackers, and the like. Hardly first-class treatment.
My friend's mother is far from loud but she could be easily heard by everyone in this tiny plane, what with the rumble and roar of the engine that necessitated volume.
When this young man, a pimply, Nordic-looking, carrot-topped Minnesotan-type kid whose name could easily be Rusty or Skippy, came by our seats, my friend's mother asked a simple question in a very pronounced and easily heard Cuban accent.
Did I tell you that she's a lovely woman?
OK, here goes:
The dutiful Rusty stood there with his garbage bag filled with whatever and with a smile on his face asked if there was anything he could get the lovely woman. Now, mind you, it's loud but you can hear everything anyone was saying. What would the lady like? Her wish was Rusty's command.
Making sure the young lad could hear her request, she inquired, "Do you have penis?"
Silence.
"I haven't had penis since Minneapolis."
More silence.
Rusty was red-faced.
Even the pilots could hear this and looked back at the woman demanding a phallus in seat 5A.
A penis?
Quite a tall order for a commuter carrier. Rusty was dumb-founded. Though he had exactly inventoried all of the snack bag's contents, he was pretty darn sure he was out of that item. It must have crossed his mind that this might have been an advance of sorts. This was hardly the scene for the mile high club.
I had to do something.
I stood and announced, "Peanuts. She wants peanuts."
Exhalation was almost unanimous. A look of relief was seen on Rusty's face.
She had her peanuts and I have this story.
It's true. Swear to God.

WTF?
It's not very difficult to read between John McCain's lines: he is a homophobe.
The question asked of John McCain was whether or not he supported gay couples being "allowed" to adopt children. It matters not that two men or two women in a lasting relationship and who love each other have the finances, desire, responsibility, and love between them. John McCain's requirement to adopt children? A penis and a vagina. That's it--a dick and a pussy. Must be those "traditional Republican family values" I am unaware of.
Just say it, John. Tell us that you are an intolerant old fucker who will sell his soul to the highest bidder, in this case the crazy Evangelicals. Answer the fucking question, Johnny...