McCain Wants Your Shoes

Hours ago, the arrogant John McCain declared, "Tonight I think we must get used to the idea that we are the Republican Party front-runner for the nomination. And I don't really mind it one bit."

Obviously, Republicans are not serious about border security, invasion by illegals or the granting of amnesty to them. In Arizona, betrayal by their own senators is rewarded by extending their approval at the polls. How do you explain this kind of masochism?

Recently, I have read postings crying about the vilification of John McCain as if the fact that he was a POW granted him sainthood and some kind of political doctrinal inerrancy. These are penned by those who would have us believe open borders are not a priority or are inevitable, so better McCain than Clinton. This is the equivalent of being told at the hospital that the doctor has good and bad news. The bad news is he has to amputate both your legs. The good news is the guy in the next room wants to buy your shoes.

Well, McCain, my shoes are not for sale, neither is my vote nor my country. If I must write in the name of a candidate I can support, then so be it. Some compromises are just too costly.

Until then we will see the letters of surrender from the party quislings begging us to come vote for a man who sneered at us during shamnesty, a man who has no use for the right wing of the Republican party except when he needs their votes. When we needed his vote, where was he? He was laughing at us with Teddy Kennedy and Harry Reid. Still, he will have the audacity to ask for our votes and our money. And, many pathetic souls will grab their ankles and tell us all it feels good. For them I present Aesop's fable of "The Fox Who Had Lost His Tail."

A fox who had been caught in a trap could only escape by biting off his tail. The other animals made fun of his loss. So, he decided on a plan to make all the foxes get rid of their tails. That way they would all be just like him.

He called a meeting of the foxes. At it, he gave a speech, advising them to cut off their tails. He said that they would look much better without them and the tails were of no real use and merely an inconvenience.

One sly fox interrupted his speech.

Had you not lost your own tail, my friend," he said, "you would not be giving us this advice."