Back in April 2007, I wrote a zinger about the foolish maverick John McCain after
he returned from his triumphant walkabout on the brutal streets of Baghdad.
Johnny Boy headed straight for the public airways, where he smirkingly gushed
that the streets of Iraq are now �safe.�
The foolish war pimp tried to sell the lie that everything
was cozy and secure, even as he strutted around wearing his bulletproof vest,
surrounded by a heavily armed military entourage buzzing in air and on the
ground all around him. Indeed, according to McCain, Baghdad was safe then, and
it�s even safer today.
Gee, pass the Prozac! I guess we�re supposed to
forget about the scores of GIs and civilians who have since met their
brutal end in the very place McCain pranced around. Funny how ABC, CBS,
CNN, NBC, FOX and the rest of the sorry corporate media failed to do
follow-up stories to show those same streets marred with puddles of
blood laced with intestinal tracts, brain matter -- clogged with body
parts and various limbs scattered about on those same safe
streets. When McCain made his announcement, more than 3,200 of his fellow
servicemen and women had been slaughtered in Iraq, millions of Iraqis had been
displaced, forced to flee the country or killed outright. Today, 4,147
Americans have been killed and we�ll never know how many Iraqis, because we don�t
do body counts.
Moving right along .
. .
I am a long-time resident and ardent voter in McCain�s
conservative home state of Arizona. I have lived near the banks of the Colorado
River for the better part of 40 years. I�m a proud progressive liberal minority
living among many hardline Republicans in my local area, although I gladly
admit the times are changing. The economic hardship under Bush�s
leadership is quickly changing the political landscape, moving my locals away
from their once cherished right-wing stewardship. Thank God for small miracles
. . .
For me, the McCain saga began years ago. As a
young boy, I still remember hearing stories about John McCain�s legacy as
a hero. He first caught my attention when his plane got shot down during the
Vietnam war and he was captured by the Viet Cong and imprisoned as a
POW in the jungles of Hanoi back in 1967. At the time, being a young faithful
lad, I prayed daily, not only for McCain, but for the safe return of all our
POWs. Our teachers and parents, unlike those of
today, were diligent in keeping us updated on what was happening
over there during the war.
In 1969, I was ten years old. I was an impressionable
school kid who was encouraged by my parents and teachers to write many
letters to soldiers and POWs captured in Vietnam. I did this with great
reverence; I was proud to show my support. Looking back on it
now, it seems like a million years ago. When I first entered the
political fray I was very naive -- just beginning to learn about the
worldly tribulations of war and, with puberty factored in, I was also
learning the value of family, morals, love and commitment. Heck, I had just
barely held the hand of my first girlfriend and soon afterwards received my
very first kiss. Ah yes, It was an exciting, innocent time mixed with love,
war, hard knocks and many pleasurable moments. And I will never deny I was an
excited impressionable boy who deeply admired my war hero, John McCain! He
was an inspiration that guided my hand for many letters written to him
personally, and to other GIs as well.
To be fair, I agree with those who maintain that McCain
deserves our highest respect for his devoted service to our
country, including what he went through during his captivity as a POW. Sadly,
however, my respect for him abruptly ended when the mud wore off the
bottom of his combat boots soon after he returned in 1973. He soon
shattered that youthful admiration, which was replaced with a real
lesson in �betrayal� when I realized what he had done to his first wife,
Carol Shepp, after he returned from Vietnam. Having knowledgeable parents is
indeed educational, but not always pleasant to say the least. I was completely
thrown back to learn that John had several extra-marital affairs and was often
unfaithful to his loyal wife who had stood by his side through thick and thin.
For me, it was a shameful, dark lesson that ultimately shadowed my
view of him as I watched him heartlessly divorce her in order to
further his shameful political aspirations.
As an emerging student of current events and history,
my admiration for him was always a dual package. I sincerely admired Carol as
much as him. I took great pride and interest in her, too. To me, she was one of
the most admired women of her day -- a sacrosanct patriot who deserved to
be seated in the front row of Fourth of July parades next to Gold Star Mothers.
She was a heroine, widely admired and loved by all of us for her
unwavering devotion to her husband who was held as POW.
Carol was a rare, lonely soul who had the
strength to carry on and to faithfully await her husband�s return.
And she did this at a time when many other wives and
girlfriends were writing �Dear John� letters to those still fighting,
while learning they had no one to come home to. She was my revered
role model from Philadelphia. I dreamed of meeting that special
someone who might be just like her -- a precious angel. Unfortunately,
Carol was thrown through the windshield of her car in
a terrible accident that changed her life forever,
rendering her permanently scarred and hobbling on crutches. As a
result, Carol was a not-so-pleasant sight for her young unsympathetic
husband who wanted to be seen on Capitol Hill with a bathing beauty while
stumping the halls for a new political career.
John McCain totally destroyed my respect for him with the
uncaring, selfish, cold-hearted betrayal in how he dumped her. Indeed, I will
never forget nor forgive him for the cruel way he showed his true colors. He
quickly threw Carol aside and replaced her with Cindy Hensley, his new rich
sugar mama, with whom he was having an affair. Hensley is a spoiled home
wrecker, worth approximately $100 million, bred from the loins of a staunch
Republican father who conveniently helped elevate Johnny Boy within the DC
realm. I�m not into Freud, but it�s easy to wonder who came so ruthlessly after
McCain -- Cindy . . . or her father?
And this self-righteous, self-serving animal wants
my vote? Well, it will have to be a Hell�s-Kitchen-burning-white-hot-winter
November day in Bullhead City, Arizona, before I would
even consider putting a checkmark next to his pathetic name in the
2008 presidential election. Catch my meaning? Good.
As a final note, after Carol suffered her horrible
car accident in 1969, she unselfishly refused to allow her POW husband to be
notified of her serious injuries for fear it would not be good for him
while he was being held captive. You know, out here in the Arizona desert
we have an old saying -- if you put an expensive skirt on a fast
moving rattlesnake, political horn-dogs like John
McCain will chase it all the way to the Potomac River for a kiss, a
hug and especially a vote . . .
I could go on about the many neocon
atrocities McCain has performed throughout his career as a senator
and war pimp for the Bush administration. It�s an endless track record -- most
of which is public record, easily found for those
willing to take the time. So, for all you undecided skeptics, by
all means, review his voting record for it is unbridled proof of how
he constantly sold us out to K Street lobbyists. His record speaks for
itself, the facts and figures are all there which prove he�s not on the
side of working-class America. In fact, by his own admission, he does
not even know how many homes he owns. And keep in mind, McCain believes Americans
are not �rich� unless they earn $5 million or more. Well, I
hate to burst his multi-mansion bubble, but take a quick pop-quiz and
ask a few average citizens who are now struggling to make ends
meet, how tough it is to hold onto their �one� home that many
are just one paycheck away from losing. Yeah, I�d say McCain is more
than a little out of touch with our bottom-feeding needs to say the least.
Or ask a dozen or so jobless Americans who
have already lost everything, including their homes. No confusion there,
folks. In fact, after living in their cars for awhile or, worse yet, after
sleeping on concrete sidewalks, most of them would probably consider any
cheap apartment to be the equivalent of one of McCain�s many mansions. And,
bear in mind that McCain�s veteran �brothers in arms� are at the top of
the list of homeless. Brother John, can you spare a dime?
McCain has �arrived.� He�s a real Bush kinda guy -- a
marriage profiteering elitist who seems content to suffer from
mansion-memory-loss and wants to be our next president. He is a pompous
philanderer who dumped his crippled wife for a new pampered rich one whose
daddy got him where he is today. Amazing.
Bottom line, many of you may have some reservations
in supporting Barack Obama or Joseph Biden but, compared to Baghdad
(neocon) Johnny, they are frigging saints. But at least no one can deny, they
are both loyal and totally committed to those they love. Is it really that
hard to believe they may actually share some of that proven compassion with
us in their new leadership? Well, if not, consider the alternative choice. Yes,
consider the harsh implications of placing another known war hawk into the
Oval office for four more grueling years. An old, stale nut who
says he wants to keep us in �safe� Iraq for another
hundred years. A musical maniac who loves to sing: �Bomb,
bomb, bomb . . . bomb Iran.� And, oh yes -- while you�re at it, tell �Johnny
Rich� how many mansions and condos he really owns. But most
importantly, and this is crucial, let�s remove this nut from his media
protected shell, for all the world to see.
Thanks. God speed to the polls.
Vincent
L Guarisco is a freelance writer from Bullhead City, Arizona; a contributing
writer for many web sites, and a lifetime founding member of the Alliance of
Atomic Veterans. Reprint permission is given as long as article content is not
altered or changed and credit is given to the author. The 21st century, once so
full of shining promise, now threatens to force countless millions of us at home
and abroad into a dark abyss of languishing poverty and silent servitude; a
lowly prodigy of painful struggle and suffering that could stream for
generations to come. I�m wishing for a miracle, before it is too late, that the
masses will figure it out and will stand as one and roar. So, pass the word --
it�s past time to take back what is ours � the American Dream where the pursuit
of happiness, the ability to live in a free and peaceful nation is a reality.
We bought it, and we paid for it. It�s time to take it back. For replies, send
comments to: vincespainting1@hotmail.com.