Now I really want to have a beer with John McCain. There’s a pretty good chance we’d push a fly whip to the airport, catch the private plane to La Jolla and spend the day relaxing on piles of money around a swimming pool filled with beer. That’d be kinda awesome.
Look at Obama. One house? One car? Fucking loser. How can we expect someone who didn’t ditch his crippled first wife for a drug addict an heiress to possibly run the country, I ask you.