Scribbling

John McCain continues to adumbrate his distorted view of reality in Iraq; he is in good company with Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee, the band of merry percussionists. Apparently McCain is warming to the arrogance displayed by that twosome as he didn’t appear genuinely contrite about his misrepresentation of the facts concerning either his or the average citizen’s safety in Iraq; he appeared about as believable in his photo-ops as Michael Dukakis did atop his tank. It is difficult enough to endure the disingenuous posturing of both the president and vice-president as they wrap themselves in the flag neither was willing to serve when they were called upon as young men, but McCain’s comments are inexplicable in the context of what is currently happening in Iraq and unfathomable in light of his own distinguished record of service to this country. There are some lessons we may never learn if we are blind to our possibilities: Bernard Malamud wrote in his novel The Natural, We have two lives –the one we learn with and the life we live after that. McCain has lost the bloom, which seemed so fresh on the maverick from AZ when he campaigned against George Bush for the GOP’s nomination for president. The fatigue in his speeches, his rhetoric is not a product of his age; instead, it may be a fault of the vigor with which he chose to pursuit the presidency, his miscalculation of the metrics required to design a winning strategy, or the life he is living after the one he failed to learn with.