Oh, John. Back in 2000, you were a Maverick, almost Tom Cruise-like, with your rakish smile and your willingness to buck the system that we all hated so much. You charmed us, led us to believe that you were different than all those other pilots in all those other bars who would try and fail to sing to our souls, or at least different than George W. Bush. And, like Tom Cruise isn't Maverick in real life but a crazy, Scientology-proselytizing, silent-birth having freak, so, too, have your days of playing The Maverick come to an end. We know the truth, and no karaoke can change that, not the Righteous Brother and not Abba. With Moe a little snowed under this morning, Spencer Attackerman Ackerman of the Washington Independent joins me to talk about what sucks about you. And there's kind of a lot.
ME: Ok, so, thanks again for filling in on ultra-short notice despite having a real job.
SPENCER: bffffft it beats reporting on afghanistan
JUST KIDDING BOSS!
ME: Want to trade? You can talk about pubic hair and I'll be all serious and shit.
SPENCER: well speaking of being all up in your snizz
my internet friends are buzzing about this RCP piece about why HRC's women voters should learn to love John McCain