Hoist with His Own Retards
Well, now, that is gratifying. And terrible. John McCain attempts to backpedal on Obama’s arab-scariness, apparently after everyone and their mother told him to knock that “Obama’s a terrorist” shit off. What happened next might have been a surprise if it wasn’t exactly what I said would happen. The crowd, drunk with fear and hate, quickly turns on him.
Nobody likes McCain, but he’s the white guy in the race. Now he’ll have to answer for letting a black guy win, for not being as angry and ugly as the darkest parts of the American soul. It was always a tall order, but he was doing his best. Now he’s really out of ideas.
And don’t feel too bad for John McCain, folks. When the crowd boos him, it’s because he’s breaking the rules of a game he started. They were only repeating misinformation and innuendos that he, Sarah Palin, and his campaign officials fed them. What did he think they were going to do when he reprimanded them? His supporters may be mindless, racist drones, but they have their pride.
Which is more than you can say for John McCain. Look, he may have never been comfortable with this latest line of attacks. It may have always sounded a little dirty to him. But that makes it worse. He let it get this way, and he fucking knew better. Now we’ve just seen the first black candidate for a major party slandered and smeared like the last 50 years never happened. We are all poorer for it, and we will never get another chance to do it right.
Sat., Oct. 11, 2008
Reader Comments (3)
i just wish i'd come up with the title. nicely done.
so about the conversation in the office -- i'm just glad i don't have to shave down to just the mustache to get this done.
I've been waiting since about the 8th grade for a situation to use that title for. Now I can die.
That title is classic.