McCain’s Glowing Piles
“We talked about nuclear power,” McCain said. “Well, it has to be safe, environment, blah, blah, blah.”
McCain shoulda delivered that stinker in Harrisburg, PA or Pripyat, North Ukraine. Wotta maroon.
The Las Vegas Sun has stirred up the wrath and ire of the snipey “Republican Letter Writers Brigade” with their op-ed on this latest McCain B.S.:
“McCain’s nuclear power response is symbolic of a campaign that has never embraced the deep thought and creative ideas Americans demand in this general election. Instead, McCain has resorted to shallow catchphrases, name-calling and other negative attacks to appeal to an ever dwindling base of support.”
Using only two sentences, the editors have captured the complex free-fall of McCain’s fortunes. Rock on, Nevada Sun!
As far as Nevadans not wanting to live next to a nuclear waste repository… When I lived in Colorado, I lived next to Rocky Flats (within 6 miles) for a while at the same time Rocky Mountain Arsenal was up and running. Indeed, as a dive rescue diver, I had the bizarre honor of being the only scuba diver to actually dive at the RMA. I’d like to reassure my fellow Nevadans that I’ve had no ill effects so far–other than the hair loss, the odd lumpy bits, the consistently strange bloodwork values, and the spike in death rates from rare cancers amongst my Colorado neighbors. Oh, and the third arm is handy so I can type and drink a proper cup of tea at the same time. Nothing to worry about.
(In case you haven’t guessed, the bit about the third arm is a joke. The rest is true.)
