John & Cindy McCain: The sword and the stoned

I'm sitting on a new hardwood floor in a room with furniture piled up in the middle of it. Everything smells like paint, I am surrounded by disoriented and stressed-out dogs, and I have a nasty head cold. I am not near comfortable enough to make with the snark, but I wanted to create the illusion of graciousness by congratulating John McCain and his lovely bride on the upcoming campaign. It all looks fine and good right now until he wakes up tomorrow morning and finds George W. Bush in bed with him, so he also has my condolences.

Sic transit G-L-O-R-I-A gloria

Now, if you'll excuse me: Nyquil, take me away...