About half way through my second McCain speech of the day. It's about service, and, it's true, it's as noble a speech as I've ever heard that contains -- admittedly oblique -- references to fucking pretty girls. Specifically:
I came to Pensacola to become an aviator, and, eventually, an instrument of war for my country... my interests then were focused more on cultivating the image of a naval aviator that strongly appealed to my vanity...I wanted to live the life of a daring, brash, fun-loving flyer, indifferent to the hazards of his profession, calm and stoic when the adrenalin flowed, fatalistic about life and death situations, and determined to live every non dangerous moment of his life to the fullest.
I thought that image, which I doubt I ever quite perfected, would prove irresistible to everyone I knew, and especially so to girls whose attention I sought.
Of course, this vagueness about past skirt-chasing is laid out only to underscore how he wound up being a hero... in addition to chasing skirts.
All that said: His appeal -- to sacrifice -- is difficult to fault. But it's also easier resist than Obama's heady promises.