To the living we owe respect, but to the dead we owe only the truth.” – Voltaire
“Friends, Romans, countrymen, I have come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.” That line from Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar is a fitting beginning for my eulogy to John McCain.
“Friends, Americans, countrymen, I have come to drive a stake through McCain’s heart to be sure he does not reanimate.”
“The evil that men do lives on, the good is oft interred with their bones.
The evil of John McCain lives on and I’m unaware of any good he did to be interred in his bones.
“The noble Brutus hath told you Caesar was ambitious.”
Everyone knew McCain was ambitious and rode his grandfather and father’s admiral status to the US Senate. He certainly never got there on his own merit. Maybe the souls of those lost when John killed those sailors aboard the USS Forrestal in 1967 or the soul lost when Songbird sang in the Hanoi Hilton in 1969 or those souls lost during the crash of the Savings and Loans in 1989.
To John, the legacy of hate, deceit, backstabbing and skullduggery is what you really left behind. AMF
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