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Senator McCain, you're in your 70s. Your grandfather died young (61 years), your father died at the age of 70, relatively young also. You've had repeated bouts of a particularly lethal form of cancer:
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Most certainly. My cousin Robert died when he was 29 from melanoma and I'd rather my President wasn't sequestered in Sloan Kettering (why would he go anywhere else?) when he should be running the country, let alone die suddenly and leave Condi in charge.
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And what about mental functioning? Eight years of a dumbkopf in the highest position in the land — a man who can't string eight words into a correct sentence — is plenty enough. Every time we walk into a room and find ourselves thinking, "Now, what did I come here for?" we wonder if that's what is making McCain repeatedly confuse Sunni with Shi'a, and putting al Qaeda in training in Iran, and telling undoubtedly horrified Israelis that Purim is the Jewish version of fucking Halloween, wouldja believe? And we're decades younger than that old fart.
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I forget things too, but that's because I'm a pothead. I ain't running for President. I'd like the President of the United States to be a bit more lucid than I am.
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