Brilliant as usual and so damn sad that it’s so close to the truth!

The adore Barry at any cost attitude reminds me of stories I always heard about Iraq under Saddam. You had to belong to the Baathe Party, adore Saddam and embrace Communism or you could just disappear into the night. Also, no one could ever openly oppose SH, so everyone whispered their thoughts about the bleak situation. Yes, it COULD happen in the USA. Sigh. :-(

“Pops!” exclaimed Sarah. “This is so unfair! You can’t let them talk about you like that, doggone it”.

Storm clouds of righteous anger were brewing inside Pops McCain’s wrinkled skull.

“Gimme that phone, Sarah” he growled. “Time to take out the trash…”

Later, having taken out the trash and then remembering that he wanted to make a phone call but forgetting where he left his glasses case and having had Sarah dial the number for him, Pops McCain was ready for a show down.

“Big Barry? This is Pops McCain” he snarled. “We need to talk”.

This is so thrilling, thought Sarah. He’s really gonna tear into him now!

“Listen, Big Barry: if you and your goons don’t back off, well, I’m just going to have to ask you again, you hear me? Do about it? I’ll tell you what I’ll do about it: I’ll, well, I’ll…you’ll see. You’ll see. Just you wait. I don’t want to be uncivil or impolite and you know I have only the highest personal respect for you, Big Barry…”

Uh oh, thought Sarah.

“But some things are just way out of line – unless you think they’re in line and the line needs to be adjusted. I’m willing to work with you on that, Big Barry. I have a history of reaching across the aisle, as you know…”

Oh gee, thought Sarah. Oh gosh. This doesn’t sound so good. Maybe he’s just lulling Big Barry into a false sense of security.

“Well, I’m happy to hear you say that, Barry! I knew we could find some common ground. Uh huh. Sure. Pick up your dry cleaning? Well, I guess I could make a special trip. Wash your car? Detailing? Inside too? I suppose so. Shoe shine? Why not? I don’t suppose you have any dogs that need walking? Unclean, huh? Against your religion? Well, it’s all part of the rich tapestry. Good talking with you too. Yes sir. Thank you sir. Bye bye now”.

Sarah couldn’t say anything. She just looked at Pop.

“Guess I told him, huh?” said Pop. “Huh? Say, Sarah: who was I talking to?”
…
Can you tell from all this how disappointed with and pissed off at McCain I am right now? I sure hope so. His “performance” at that last “debate” made me want to throw myself under a bus. What a disaster this campaign’s been: wasted opportunities, missed chances, pulled punches, big talk and bold moves with no follow through…he really does remind me of Bush, just not in the way Barry means. Now we’re boned: Dem Pres, Dem Congress. We might as well do what they did in Germany in 1933 and pass an Enabling Act that abrogates the Constitution and puts Barry in charge of everything, forever.

“And you say he threatened you, this ‘Joey Plugs’?” queried Milton “Julius” Rosenberg, ace reporter for the New York Times.

“I’ll say!” exclaimed Sarah. “He lifted Pops here right up of the floor and started shaking him!”

“No, he didn’t!” fumed Pops. “I can take care of myself”.

“Great Trotsky’s Ghost – this sounds like Page One material to me! The Grey Lady will cover this story like a blanket, I promise you”.

“I hope your reporting will be fair and balanced” said Pop.

“Huh? Oh yeah – sure it will” lied Julius. “An objective media is a bulwark of our democracy”.

“He seems nice” said Sarah, after the newshound had made his egress.

“Hmmmm…” fretted Pops McCain.
***
McCain Menaces Charity Worker
* Shotgun features in Candy Store Confrontation
* Event highlights Racial Polarization
by Milton Rosenberg

The ugly face of racism in America was shown once more when a community outreach worker soliciting charitable donations was threatened with a shotgun by the white owner of a local candy store.

Joseph Bidenelli, 60, of Wilmington, DL says that the owner of Pop’s Candy Store, white man John McCain,128, of Tuscon, AZ, held him at gunpoint and accuses McCain, a white man who is wanted on war crimes charges in Vietnam, of assault and false imprisonment.

“I was simply asking for donations to a local charity, ‘Barry’s Kids’” says Mr Bidenelli, “when, for no reason, I was threatened and racially abused by Mr McCain and his assistant, Sarah Palin, who is also white. They called me a ‘hood’ and a ‘punk’, terms which are frankly offensive to both the Hood and the Punk communities. I felt frightened and needed to seek medical treatment for stress and mental anguish”.

Bidenelli, who is employed by Big Barry’s Waste Management in Teahawk, NJ, says that he experienced sleeplessness and hair loss as a result of the incident and will be seeking financial compensation.

“Look at me – look at my hair!” sobbed the asthma sufferer. “What woman would want me now? I’m deformed!”

An official at the Vietnamese Embassy confirmed that his country has filed charges against McCain: “We want air pirate McClain! Criminal McClain to face people’s justice!” asserted Quac Duc, embassy spokesperson…

“Nice little candy store you got here, Pops” hissed Joseph “Joey Plugs” Bidenelli. “Real nice. Be a shame if something happened to it – something youse’d regret for da rest of your life”.

“Are you threatening me?” asked white haired old Pops McCain. “Well, are you? Huh? I really want to know – my hearing’s not so great anymore”.

“Heaven forbid!” said Joey Plugs, throwing up his manicured hands. “Youse mixunderstand me. All’s I’m sayin’ is dat dere are so many misfortunes dat can befall even da most prudent small businessman: axidents, fires, explosions, lead poisonin’…youse need ta reach across da aisle and get yourself some axident insurance, old man”.

A sneer twisted Joey Plugs scarred face as he suddenly swept his arm across the counter and sent a glass jar of licorice whips shattering onto the floor.

“Tsk, tsk” tutted Joey, brushing some imaginary lint from the lapels of his suit. “Look at dat, wouldja? Anodder random axident. Tsk tsk.”

“Why, you little punk…”

“Easy, Pops. Don’t blow a gasket. Hear me out. My boss, Big Barry, is offerin’ youse full accident coverage in exchange for just a small weekly contribution to his private social fund. It’s ta help out da community, see? Youse wanna help da community, dontchoo? And you’d be helping yourself too, see?”

“What if I don’t pay?”

“Wise up, Pops. Big Barry wants ta be your friend – all he asks is ta wet his beak once in a while, okay? Don’t make a enemy outta Big Barry or youse’ll regret it for da rest of your life…which won’t be for long, hehehe.”

“Why, you…get out of my store, you lousy hood” growled Pops.

Joey Plugs grabbed the old man in his meaty paws and held him tightly.

“Guess youse need anodder demonstration of what happens if youse cross Big Barry, old man…” he hissed. “Time ta hop on Pop!”

“Put him down!” barked a voice. “Right now, doggone it!”

“Hey, who’s da skirt?” said Joey.

“Sarah!” exclaimed Pops. “Get back inside. I can handle this!”

“Take it easy, sister” soothed Joey. “Take it easy. Dat thing could go off”.

“You bet it could” said Sarah, pointing the Remington at the gangster’s sagging midsection. “Now you get out of here and leave us be. Go on, shoo!”

“Okay, okay” said Joey, reluctantly releasing his grip on Pop. “I’m going – but I’ll be back, see? I’ll be back!”

It would be one thing if these clowns were a 3rd party fringe running, but the fact Obama/Biden actually represent a major political party, lead in polls and are on the cusp of the Executive branch scares the hell out of me.

Is our nation so apathetic and ignorant? Is the perception over reality the default thought process? Do people even care?