The more I hear John McCain speak, the sicker I get!
The more I hear John McCain speak, the sicker I get!
Every time I hear him speak I hear things that should not be coming out of the mouth of someone with a clue. It causes me great concern, until I realize the founding fathers faced the same mix of folks who were for the King, sitting on the fence, or those who valued freedom more than either.
Back in the day, the printing press was the MSM, and they got pretty much what we have today, both sides of a one sided issue. I’m sure none of them had much confidence that the war was going to be successful, for the lonely signers of the Declaration of Independence, whose necks were all laid out on the chopping block.
What we have today, may in many respects far surpass the dream the founders had of freedom and liberty, and OTOH were they to return for a report of how we have handled their gift, many of them might not recognize what remains. It is what it is, we won’t be returning to those days or the men we revere for their willingness to sacrifice everything for the dream of that which only the Creator can grant.
Perhaps it is enough to know that despite, his political and personal leanings, Senator McCain has served his country, in peace and war, and his love and concern for the country cannot be questioned. Despite the mavricity, and crap he dishes out. Sort of like how we knew what the political and personal leanings of President Bush were, but were hoping for something more.
There is more to overlook than their is to grasp onto. The choices for President are few, but equally as important as the outcome of previous elections. Maybe even more so, as it appears the direction of our policies for energy, immigration, financial security, and National Security, are about as up in the air as I can remember.
Now if only the next few months will separate the two contenders so that there is no doubt in the mind of Joe or Jane Six pack who he or she must vote for to preserve even a semblance of what remains from the founders dream, I ought to be happy. Perfection it will not be, just a semblance, and then it is up to us for the next four years again.