"Sir, I'm sorry. Was it one sugar or two?""Juuuuust give me the fucking hooch, Stevie. I swear, every time the sun hits your forehead, I get a new tumor. Do us all a favor and plop your doughy ass in a chair. I've got an Evangelical base to court, two failing wars to hump, and some tax cuts to suddenly find permanently necessary. It's that whole 'economy' thing that all the people who aren't obscenely wealthy seem to be worried about. Now, sit back and let the Big Dog hunt, son."
McCain shakes up staff amid concern about 'unforced errors'
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