I remember when Dances With Wolves was a big hit film and a popular parlor game was handing out ersatz Native American names. I'm glad to give Senator Walnuts one even if it doesn't involve his big mouth, which is the gift that keeps on giving. After days of hearing the MSM talk about how disciplined he had become, McCain pulled the "ask my staff how many houses I have" caper. It has the potential to become the Dukakis in the tank or Poppy Bush and the supermarket scanner moment of the 2008 campaign. On one level, I dislike the way campaigns end up focusing on trivia but, on the other hand, this time it's happening to the other side. Heh, heh, heh...
So, if you want to know how many houses I have, the answer is one and the bank owns more of it than we do. Btw, if I had a staff, I wouldn't have let them use the POW thing as an excuse as it trivializes and devalues that part of McCain's life; sort of like the old tevee show, Hogan's Heroes. I must, however, confess to liking Hogan's Heroes for its camp value. Speaking of which, C Ray reminds me of the vain, pompous, incompetent and fatuous Colonel Klink.
Yeah, that was a major digression even by my standards but sometimes, like Levi Stubbs, I can't help myself. I'd like to close by dedicating a song to Senator Walnuts and his wife, the Beer Heiress. It's not as apropos as posting Our House but I'm incapable of passing up a chance to post a Talking Heads tune:
C-Ray as Colonel Klink? Priceless! Right up there with the Freddy/Keef
juxtaposition...