A Poem for John McCain
I used to like John McCain
But now he gives me a pain.
He was a Bush critic
But it seems to this cynic
He’s switched his positions for gain.
His opposition to torture
Is open to forfeiture
For embracing Gitmo George.
He’ll reform campaign finance
Unless if by some chance
There’s a banquet at which he can gorge.
And suddenly the religious right
Is dandy in his new light
Of forgetting when they were his scourge.
Nobody should misconstrue
His new affection for W.
John’s running for president,
Meaning values once resident
Have all been flushed down the loo.
–Lee Wochner
October 13th, 2006 at 9:50 am
It’s easier to throw stones at a glass house when you have no hope of getting inside the house. Once you have a shot at getting in the house you don’t want to break windows you’ll have to fix later.
October 13th, 2006 at 12:18 pm
In essence, you’re saying that McCain has made a calculation about the way he must behave to get through the primaries and perhaps get elected. And I’m saying the same thing in the poem. What’s unfortunate is that at one time he stood for something, and now he stands for nothing. That’s the opposite of leadership.
February 21st, 2007 at 11:31 pm
[…] This sort of back and forth isn’t confined strictly to my kids or the Democratic contenders who have been designated by the media as “the frontrunners” — whatever that means at this stage, given that the first caucus is a year from now. This morning the quote unquote vice-president was slinging hash on John McCain; McCain yesterday called the veep’s good friend Donald Rumsfeld “the worst secretary of defense in history.” Cheney’s response was a good one: that just recently McCain had said some unpleasant things about Cheney himself, and then rushed over to apologize — and perhaps he would be rushing over to apologize again. (My heartbroken feelings about Mr. McCain were expressed poetically here.) […]