Yesterday, professional panderer John McCain and his robo-wife Cindy went to the Whitehouse to accept George Bush's dubiously valuable endorsement.
Bush hemmed and hawed and sort of endorsed him, after which McCain's was asked by a reporter whether he actually wanted the Resident to campaign for him, considering his approval rating of only 19 percent.
McCain mentioned Bush's "incredibly busy schedule" about five times in two minutes, which is political code for saying, "Oh, Hell,no."
But here's the kicker.
Bush then invited the McCains in for lunch.
Wow! A Whitehouse lunch with a potential new president should be an elegant affair, with delicious foods served in a lovely setting, right?
Nope.
Bush served them hot dogs. You know, weenies. Gut bombs. Tube steaks.
How subtle, no? Bush must have thought it was quite hilarious to serve his former rival the culinary equivalent of turds.
And Laura obviously has no sense of decorum to allow such an insult.
Once again, we are reminded that the Bushes are lowbrow, uncouth, rude, cultureless trailer trash.
McCain should have told him where to stick those weiners, then gone to the media and said, "I think Bush has been the worst president in history, and I don't want his ignorant endorsement."
Now THAT would have been a brilliant campaign strategy.
