$eduction goes bad: Wooer revealed as John McCon

Receiving a love note from a devoted admirer can be a deeply personal, even breathtaking experience. When your enthusiast claims “you’ve been with me through thick and thin,“ and then moves on to detail all you’ve worked on “together,” and how you are worth fighting for no matter “who I have to go up against,” it can move a romance to dazzling new heights.

Then reality rears its ugly head. We’ve all seen enough true crime stories to smell a scam artist when the lofty promises of undying affection are tied to urgent requests for money.  That magical headiness flies out the window quickly, replaced by raw disappointment.

In this case, the revealing clue was an incoherent plea from the devotee with claims of “being targeted,” and citing an “utmost urgency” for the cash — needed within 4 days. This clearly was no run of the mill mash note it turns out, and was from no sweet young thing, but an over-the-hill politician.

John McCain, who will be 80 by Election Day, says he’s short of his fundraising goals for October.  He needs money today to help “us’ meet “our’ goals and guarantee “we” have the resources necessary to win next November. “I will NEVER stop fighting for our shared values,” he vows, “but I cannot do so unless I win my re-election campaign next November.” 

Poor John. At his advanced age he’s obviously forgotten we share no values, since he colludes with Democrats and has locked me out of his closed door town hall meetings. It’s also slipped his mind that he has a Republican Primary election with an exceptional, conservative challenger ready, willing and very able to take him on in 2016. Dr. Kelli Ward, not a decades-long entrenched politician, can actually use your help to get her message out. Make a donation here.

In his dotage, he’s forgotten that we’ve never had a relationship, since there is nothing on which we agree. If he was 60 years younger, he might be known as a scoundrel. As it is, he’s simply a well-practiced, but still second-rate, liar. 

No money from this corner, “my friend.” If you were actually in need, your lobbyist friends and your beer heiress wife should be able to help out. But just days ago, your own assigned reporter at the local newspaper wrote you were flush with cash, finishing the third quarter of 2015 ahead of the pack with $4.9 million in the bank. The quote from your campaign spokeswoman expressed your gratitude.

It’s time to cut the McCrap.