POLITICO MAFIOSO: John McCain Is Going To Win The Presidential Election....The MAD Irishman knows this!

From McCain Victory08 Team Leader - 'The MAD IRISHMAN'

I haven't been online much today . . .Patriots game and all . . .(BTW they won, of course!)

I stepped outside for a bit today. Mostly to soak in all that was transpiring. The election process,McCain and of course the Patriots. As I stood outside on the walkway my mind jetted skywards, I could almost feel the whisk of streaming jets of vapors. My collision-avoidance-sensor bleeped lightly, reassuringly, steadily.

I know that is an odd way to refer to my perifferal vision. I was on the side-walk after all. I had to make sure I didn't take out Other commuters, neighbors and so on. No-one was on my walkway.

Many were outside they walked, jogged, drove, ran, and some children even spiraled by. Every turn, climb, drop,step and move choreographed mili-seconds in advance to prevent the minisculest, slightest chance of any collisions or delays.

I wondered to myself how many of them were as excited and relieved as I regarding the South Carolina Primary. I wondered as I zoomed around the neighborhood from the safety of my lil' walkway.

They took no notice of me. The form in front of the building just across from them. Most of them never even bothered to look down up or around anymore. As they zoomed and whisked effortlessly about like worker bees on a mission most were preoccupied with their own little thoughts.

What to have for dinner? Alice at the office is a bitch. Who stood a good chance of winning a football game?

How early, or more significant to them, how late they may be.

Even had they taken notice, merely caught sight of me, they could not have begun to realize what was unfolding right here across the street. Not one of them would have guessed that something more significant than their collective recollect or even the most concerned of them could encompass. Not one of them would’ve guessed that my thoughts that tore through the skies in and around their wildest dreams were about to alter their world . . . Completely.

Hell, maybe I didn't fully realize it.

Over here, in the shadows of the rooftops someone was indeed coming to some stark realizations. Someone was most certainly looking down, up . . . Taking in every atom of the surroundings. Someone knew full well what lie ahead. I closed my eyes, leaned back and smiled at that a bit. My hand rested on a cool metallic surface, even it felt strange . . . but very familiar. I knew these elements. I knew them before my eyes even began to open.

It was the cool metal of the front door. Somehow with more of a shine today. More texture.

There was a strange current in the air. An updraft spiraled both warm and cool at the same time. More than likely from a laundry vent around the corner. I had never thought about the possibility of failing. A collision-avoidance-sensor bleeped lightly, then screeched with ear piercing tones. A lil' girl dragging a sled came to abrupt halt at my feet. Those that happened to look in the right direction must have seen me turn briskly away from the door and almost step on the poor child.

Another child quickly spiraled horizontally across the sidewalk slapping at a branch protruding from a bush near the walkway. Snow and water droplets flew into the air exploding into a cloud of vapor, droplets and twigs almost instantly. The lil' girl ran after her friend.

I don't always listen, this I know. However; I usually pay attention.

I realized I had tasted a poison. It was not bitter. It did not sting. I was not weary. In fact I felt pretty darn good. Yet; it was there . . .failure. The attacks.

I glared upward. It must have looked as though I was staring right through the sun , as if it were not even there. I did so for what seemed like an eternity.The Last election I walked among many of these people. I steered them back to McCain. I know this place I thought.

I KNOW THIS PLACE LIKE YOU DO NOT!

The thoughts of the horrid attacks on John in South Carolina hit me. I was angry.

This time I shall walk over them not among them. These pets, puppets and sheep they will scratch on our door for entry when we win. They will call for us and we will not hear. They will gather in gutters , rabid, biting their wounds and pissing on themselves. They will howl to us for help. They will curse us. Like I said, I was angry.

Suddenly there was a mental variant of white noise; thousands of different voices and sounds merged into a backwash of unintelligible language.

Then . . .A tap on my shoulder! I almost turned swinging. Ten years ago I would've surely been paying the hospital bill for this poor innocent soul. Today...I just turned, though somewhat surprised. It was a neighbor. I did not know him, never spoken to him. I did recall seeing him around the area a handful of times. The dumpster? The mailbox? Who knew?

*Aren't you the
McCain guy, the veteran one we saw talk in Dover?* He asked very inquisitively
and somewhat excitedly.I thought for just a moment. *Yes. I'm the McCain . . .
guy.**Wow, He did really well winning that South Carolina vote huh? I thought
about it a lot, well...my wife and me did.

We want him to be the GOP
candidate. We're gonna' vote for him in the Presidential election. My boy's in
the Army now too. He's over there, said McCain visited their site hugged half
his damned platoon. Do you still do stuff with the campaign, now that they left
New Hampshire?*

*Yeah...Uh..Yes. Yes I do. Quite a bit actually.* I muttered somewhat less confidently than my normal speech. Mayhap due to the unexpected encounter and my wandering thoughts.*Is there anything we can do? I mean, we don't have too much money, but I'd like to feel like I was doing something...ya' know?*

He said half enthusiastically half ashamedly.

*You just did.

* I replied. He smiled crookedly, put his hand in his pocket as if he were gathering himself up to trudge back down the walkway to whatever lil' doorway belonged to him.

*You have a minute? I have something I would like to show you. If you have a few minutes that is. Come in, have a beer, My name is Sheridan by the way.

* I reached out shook his hand firmly. He had a good handshake. Solid. Gripped evenly, looked me right in the eye. Good hand shake.*Yeah, Yeah I can come in for a bit.*I turned and reached back for the door, grabbed the handle and place my other hand flat on it's surface as I opened it.

There was a difference this time. It felt
different, the door. The election. This time . . . knew why. I wasn't thinking
of failure. I was thinking of victory. I knew we were going to win, that John
McCain was going to win. I knew how much that would mean to so many Americans.
What it, a McCain victory, would mean to our Country.Today was a good day my
friends. Today was a good day.

Slainte

'Mad