Dear Sen. McCain:
With all due respect, I’m not your friend. I’m a voter. Every time you say, “My friends” I think you’re trying to sell me something I don’t want to buy. It gets a little sleazier each time you say it.
I don’t want you to be my friend and I don’t want to be yours. I don’t want you to attack the opposition and dance around questions: I want to hear about *your* policies, and I think most American’s do, too. It would appear you’re all out of ideas and since the Straight Talk Express went over the cliff some time ago, all you’ve got left is a bottle of vitrol you’re trying to sell us as a campaign.
Please, give it a rest, my friend.
-Dave!
‘My friends’ as a drinking game would put me in the hospital.
God I miss you Dave! And if I was religious I’d say, “can we get an Amen!”
So say we all!