It's pretty clear that their golden boy Obama can't compete on any of the issues. He has nothing to stand on, just rhetoric and hype, but no plan to back up his outrageous promises.
So, if you can't beat em in the logic department, just start making huge stretches to Soviet era literature (in which I'm sure the folks over at rawstory.com are intimately familiar with) and make connections to build an attack against McCain, and minimize, discount and dismiss him to being nothing more than a liar...sorry folks, but if this is the best you've got, then its no wonder the majority of Obama's own party doesn't think he was the best candidate to be nominated.
Taken from therawstory.com
Senator John McCain (R-AZ), in a Christmas-themed December ad for his presidential campaign, told the following story:
"One night, after being mistreated as a POW, a guard loosened the ropes binding me, easing my pain. On Christmas, that same guard approached me, and without saying a word, he drew a cross in the sand. We stood, wordlessly, looking at the cross, remembering the true light of Christmas. I'll never forget that no matter where you are, no matter how difficult the circumstances, there will always be someone who will pick you up."
"It just sounded so fake and so contrived, so I did a little research about it," said DailyKos contributor rickrocket. The research revealed a similar story by recently departed novelist and McCain favorite Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, recounting his experience in a Soviet gulag in The Gulag Archipelago, released in the United States in 1973. Luke Veronis, in The Sign of the Cross, recounts:
"Along with other prisoners, he worked in the fields day after day, in rain and sun, during summer and winter. His life appeared to be nothing more than backbreaking labor and slow starvation. The intense suffering reduced him to a state of despair.
On one particular day, the hopelessness of his situation became too much for him. He saw no reason to continue his struggle, no reason to keep on living. His life made no difference in the world. So he gave up.
Leaving his shovel on the ground, he slowly walked to a crude bench and sat down. He knew that at any moment a guard would order him to stand up, and when he failed to respond, the guard would beat him to death, probably with his own shovel. He had seen it happen to other prisoners.
As he waited, head down, he felt a presence. Slowly he looked up and saw a skinny old prisoner squat down beside him. The man said nothing. Instead, he used a stick to trace in the dirt the sign of the Cross. The man then got back up and returned to his work."