You never know how you’re going to feel on Super Tuesday until it happens. Well, it’s happening, and this handsome candidate is feeling restless. Why restless? Because, quite frankly, there’s not much more I can do right now.
I’ve done what I could over these past few months: inspiring people, talking about “change”, flirting mercilessly with female voters (not named Kennedy or Winfrey) to steal them from Hillary Clinton … all of it. And now we wait.
We wait until the votes are counted in all 22 states. We wait until the delegates are tallied and divided. We wait until Hillary starts to cry again. And we wait until I’m declared the victor tomorrow morning and I can start making “As President, John McCain would name a pacemaker to his cabinet” jokes.
Stay tuned to Newsgroper. As soon as the results are in (and I’m done spraying champagne all over my campaign staff) you’ll be the FIRST* to hear from me.
*you may actually not be the first to hear from me.
McCain:
How dare you take a cheap shot at a war hero. I have PTSD. What do you have? Spit-up on your baby bib?
2/5/2008 8:59 PM