Last week the RNC turned the Roller Queen loose in St Louis. She got in her licks. She didn't win on points and she never took Scranton's favorite son to the mat but she went the distance. That's more than anyone thought possible. She knows how to take a punch, never miss a step and keep on smilin'. Eskimo Todd found that out, long ago. Now, all the Guys and Gals out there know it too. I think she got McCain a big bounce. It wasn't so much that he picked up any points but that he didn't lose any this week, after a blood bath on the Street, with the loss of trillions in equities, much of it in the pension funds and 401Ks of Mr and Mrs Sixpack.
Tonight, Jet Jock John goes up against the Medrassa Boy himself, in their semi final match, Town Hall style, refereed by "Short Bus" Tommy Brokaw, no holds barred. Medrassa Boy is at the top of his game, fresh from his single handed victory over Billary, the fearsome Arkansas Trailer Park Tag Team. It's not that they've never been licked, they have, often but they just absorb that lickin' like a mother's caress and keep on cummin'.
Jet Jock is a long time crowd pleaser but decades past his prime. Below the belt don't signify with Droolin' Tommy, the only belt he's watchin' for, is his next big belt of Old Overholt. The Medrassa Boy is looking for an easy victory but has plenty in reserve, if the going gets tough. Does "Crash the Plane" McCain have one more effort left in his metastatic old frame? Can he turn things around and land like a pig in shit, like he has so many times before.
We'll soon see.
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