Joe McCain - Red Baiter

At a campaign rally in Loudon County, Virginia this weekend, Joe McCain, the brother of Republican Presidential nominee John McCain, showed the McCain family's true color.

That color is Red.

During the campaign event, Joe McCain referred to two particular areas of Northern Virginia, in which I reside, as "communist".  You heard me.  He said communist.  He didn't say it because the city and county in question hold May Day Parades and have pictures of Lenin and Karl Marx all over the place.  Nor did he make the comment because the County Supervisors refer to themselves as a Politburo.  No.  None of the above.  Joe McCain has labeled these areas that are full of the people who make our government run as communist because Senator Barack Obama has an overwhelming 20 point lead over his brother, according to most recent polling data.

So, you see... all you have to do to become a card carrying communist is to support Barack Obama.  I can see how this must distress you, Mr McCain... it's bad enough that the guy who is about to kick your big brother's ass in this election is black (The McCains are old time Mississippians, you know) ,  and it's bad enough that the person that is whipping your brother is a Democrat, but it must gall you beyond belief that a large number of military people have no intention of voting for your brother, solely because he got shot down over Vietnam... because truthfully, that's all he has going for him.

I'm not going to go too deep into the reasons why your brother is about top take an electoral pounding, Mr McCain... it's a bit late in the game to explain it all to you, if you don't get it already.  What I will do is tell you here, publicly, that as a veteran of the United States Marine Corps, I am insulted at your characterization of American voters as communist, just because their world-view doesn't jive with yours. 

I think that you owe everyone in Northern Virginia a sincere apology.

Failing to receive an apology, I will like to use this medium to call on you for satisfaction.  Choose your weapons, sir.  Pistols, rifles, tomahawks, fists, feet, knives... as the challenged party, it is up to you to decide.

Please don't leave me waiting too long, or I will protest you as the mealy-mouthed, sodomite, cowardly, scoundrel that I think you are.