As Wall Street crumbles under the weight of it’s own greed, American financial institutions search frantically for someone to pull things back together and save the American economy.
And with a fiery press conference, a cloud of dust and a hearty ‘Hi, ho Silver!’, John McCain valiantly stops his campaign and after making a stop or two in New York, rides into Washington to save the day. Where he was told, in no uncertain terms, that he could ride right back off on the horse he rode in on.
It was to be expected that there would be Democrats who would look sideways at McCain’s ride to the rescue, but McCain even got whipped by his own troops. The Republican Senator from Tennessee, Bob Corker, stated that prior to our hero riding in on his white horse that, "Yesterday, except for the middle part of the day, was a tremendously productive day," and that McCain’s presence "adds a tension and distraction that candidly is not healthy at this moment in time."
Makes it hard to be a hero when the townspeople see you as more of a hindrance, a grandstander looking for glory during a crisis. Rough on the ego when they suggest you leave them alone and tell you to go play with your silver bullets. Heck, they didn’t even ask about Tonto and she was supposed to help the polls.
So, as the sun goes down in the west, feeling unloved and unwanted, John McCain rides off into the sunset, knowing that somehow, somewhere out there must a town or an issue he can save before the election.
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