Like you’ve never done the same. But, no really: As the McCain Campaign morphs into something approaching a lost verse from “Captain Jack,”, The Big Mc spent yesterday in Philly weathering two shitstorms — well, actually, three, no wait, even more. We won’t count ‘em. We can’t. We’ll just say this: He hung out with Cardinal Justin Rigali, most likely pandering to a fetus-loving base that he probably thought he’d never have to suck up to, all while dodging press and any questions about that other fetus. On the plus side, he did get to go to Devon Seafood Grill (look for a Phoodie.info post on this later today); but again, the McCain shitshow never stops. He’s due presently in Northeast Philly. Yuck. But you know, when all is said and done, Mr. Probably Not Gonna Be The President, you should know that Philly is not the place to come to ponder other people’s White Trash Problems. Rather, it’s a place to settle down, grow roots and make some of your own.
Clout: Captain Mack, This Is Your Special Island

This entry was posted on Tuesday, September 2nd, 2008 at 10:34 am.