Last week he returned to the Senate floor to make a speech excoriating the Senate itself for "not getting anything done". Then he turn right around and voted to make sure nothing will get done.
The old saying is that one shouldn't speak ill of the dead. Well this miserable old bastard isn't dead yet and deserves all the possible scorn that can be thrown his way. I don't buy for one minute that being diagnosed with a fatal disease suddenly imparts either wisdom of character, especially where none has previously existed.
|A one way ticket through|
the Plutonian Gates await
John McStain with the jaws
of Cerberus close on his heels.
I have not the slightest doubt that Charon is anxious to load his sorry carcass on the Stygian ferry and Cerberus is salivating at the prospect of chewing on his ass and chasing him through the Plutonian gates. If only that vision could be played into the heads of Washington politician every night as they go to bed.