Monday, October 27, 2008

McCain't-Paling on the couch

Your deep-rooted resentment of your Admiralty ancestry has left you brimming with anger at anyone who would try to tell you what to do, regardless of the value of facts, factors, fractals, or other information that might undermine your certainty in a sense of absolutes, which may not be the same determining guidance that motivated you last year, last week, or even ten minutes ago.

Psychobeaglebabblish therapy would begin with a expiatory ritual that could be a "town meeting" of the American people, if you will, in which you begin by apologizing for being such an ass throughout your career, and especially the last few weeks of this campaign.

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