There was a time, it seems like a lifetime ago now, that there was a Senator from Arizona with principles and honor. Yes, he was a decorated war hero even, surviving the most hellish of circumstances.
Then, and no one knows exactly what day, the temptation of ultimate power overwhelmed him. And in those few years since his soul was captured by that foul temptress, he has sunk further into her clutches.
Her minions have worked their way into his inner circle. In the guise of principled men, they started to influence his thoughts. They stole his essence of being.
This once honorable shell of a man has honor no more.
He grandstands for political gain in times of economic crisis looking for applause. There is none.
He chose a clearly unqualified, Vice Presidential running mate looking for the female vote. They are wise to his misogynistic ways.
He surrounds himself with the very people that got us into the mess we're in looking for economic advice. They offer more of the same.
And now, since he is unable to multi-task, his knowledge and policies are outdated, and the very decisions mentioned above coming under fire, he chooses to run away from a debate that has been a long time in the making. This is no Maverick. More like a brave, brave, brave Sir Robin:
Absolute power is an overpowering perfume, a tune that you always hum, a means to an end. Well, John, you can't fool enough of us to vote for you, or even agree with you, so maybe you can get Sarah Palin's pastor to rid you of the spell you're under.
Oh, and by the way John, we don't like being repressed either.