(Testing, testing, testing…moving over a post from the stoopid, annoying LJ.)

A couple of days ago, I was sitting here, futzing around on the computer.  In the living room, the morning infortainment was on–because I hadn’t gotten around to turning it off.  Matt  “Mangy Scalp” Lauer was interviewing John McCain.  I couldn’t hear most of what McCain was saying–mostly because my selective hearing turns off most of what Repugs say–but after a few seconds, something became blatantly obvious.

McCain sounds like an old man–his voice feeble, cracked and wavering.  Actually, just a few steps away from (or out of) the grave is more accurate.

A second later, something else became apparent.  He whistles when he talks!  Every word he uttered was accented with a raspy little whistle as air moved over his teeth.

All the money being spent on his campaign and he can’t get a set of dentures that fit?  Perhaps someone on his staff could spring for a tube of denture adhesive?

What’s with Republicans and their undead presidential candidates?  At least the Democrats are able to field candidates who still have heartbeats, and are, presumably, warm-blooded critters.  With the exception of the Mormon Ken Doll, the Republican field looks like a bunch of shambling extras from a zombie movie.

And it seems, they sound like zombies too.  “Brainszzzzzz.” Whistle, whistle, whistle…

Cheers, P.K.