What in the world is McCain doing, running all over the place like a madman? Some say his tactics are reminicient of Guerrilla Warfare. Strike here. Strike there. Keep on the Move. Don't let them catch ya!
Well, there may be another explaination:
Old man McCain, with the dream of being president slipping away from him, is not much different from a bull elk in the rut.
Their eyes glaze over, their ears pack up with hot wax, and their loins get heavy with blood. Anything that sounds like a cow elk in rut will fuse the central nervous systems of every bull on the mountain. They will race through the timber like huge cannonballs, trampling small trees and scraping off bloody chunks of their own hair on the unyielding bark of the big ones. They behave like sharks in a feeding frenzy, attacking each other with all the demented violence of human drug dealers gone mad on their own wares.
"A man on the scent of the White House is rarely rational. He is more like a beast in heat: a bull elk in the rut.
The bull elk is a very crafty animal for about fifty weeks of the year; his senses are so sharp that only an artful stalker can get within a thousand yards of him . . . but when the rut comes on, in the autumn, any geek with the sense to blow an elk-whistle can lure a bull elk right up to his car in ten minutes if he can drive within hearing range.
A career politician finally smelling the White House is not much different from a bull elk in the rut. He will stop at nothing, trashing anything that gets in his way; and anything he can’t handle personally he will hire out–or, failing that, make a deal. It is a difficult syndrome for most people to understand, because few of us ever come close to the kind of Ultimate Power and Achievement that the White House represents to a career politician.
The presidency is as far as he can go. There is no more. The currency of politics is power, and once you’ve been the Most Powerful Man in the World for four years, everything else is downhill–except four more years on the same trip."
Power is the scent that motivates McCain. He will stop at NOTHING to follow that scent.
Dr. Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing On the Campaign Trail '72