Just a few things to kill the morning. Well, it’s still morning here…

Hugh Hewitt, who is really "down" with the kids, fears that 129 year-old John McCain won’t be able to keep up with that obstreperous young buck, Obama X.

I heard a powerful Obama ad on K-Earth 101 while driving this morning. That’s the ’60s/’70s rock station. The pitch combined some fine Obama audio on change and the future with clips from the scores of newspaper endorsements the Illinois senator has racked up.

When you pull in $32 million in January, you can play in a variety of micro-markets.

If the GOP sends a 72-year into this race whose prime was from a different time at least two generations back to campaign solely on the need to win the current war, even his hero status won’t help him against the tsunami that is building. Dole ’96 will seem like an energized, cutting edge effort by comparison.

And the Republicans are so counting on that Mungo Jerry voting block.

Over at Bloggingheads, Garance Famke-Janssen goes head to head with Megan "Fatties Are Teh Sux" McArdle over electoral sexism and stuff. Garance manages to speak for the first, oh, five minutes or so, and I couldn’t help but watch Megan’s mouth as it appears that she was about to dislocate her bottom jaw and swallow Garance’s head, crushing it like free-range heart-healthy egg. Not as much fun as when Ann Althouse went Full Breastal Jacket on Garance, but close.

For those who aren’t interested in the Super Bowl and watching Tom Brady ascend to Heaven in a blinding flash of the purest white, there is Puppy Bowl IV on Animal Planet.

Lance Mannion on Blogroll Amnesty Day. For the record, I’ve haven’t done a redirect at my old place because I love my blogroll over there, and still think it’s one of the best. A lot of people must agree since I’m still getting 1500 hits a day over there.

Conservatives, who are trying to throw 162 year-old John McCain under the bus, are busy pointing out that he has a bit of a temper problem:

McCain, who clearly cannot stand Romney (and vice versa), bridles at anyone or anything that impugns his honor, most sacred of military virtues. In rare weak moments, he can seem prickly, impetuous, vindictive—the sort of military martinet whose finger is supposed to be kept far from the button. Yet he is endowed with self-knowledge and self-effacing dignity. "I’m a man of many failings," McCain says with a genuine, if practiced, ruefulness. "I make no bones about it. That’s why I’m such a believer in redemption. I’ve done many, many things wrong in my life. The key is to try to improve." There are a number of U.S. senators who can attest to McCain’s repentance with handwritten apologies for his intemperance.

As one of the mini-Godlstein’s puts it:

A sharp temper in and of itself is not, in my humble opinion, disqualifying for the POTUS. Contrary to “accepted wisdom”, anger, like war, can be a legitimate response to egregious wrongs. However, when that temper is coupled with a tendency to disrespect people who do things differently or hold different views, then it becomes worrisome

Which kinda reminds me of this guy:

In 1986, George W. Bush encountered reporter Al Hunt, his wife, Judy Woodruff, and their four-year-old son at a Dallas restaurant. Apparently upset over a Washingtonian poll in which Hunt predicted Bush’s father would not win the 1988 GOP nomination, the younger Bush said to Hunt, “You fucking son of a bitch. I saw what you wrote. We’re not going to forget this.” Hunt has said Bush was drunk. Bush later apologized.

…and we lived happily ever after. Not all of us, mind you.