Watching John McCain at this week’s town hall meeting was like watching the emperor from “Empire Strikes Back” or a smiling cadavour.
Slouched or upright, teeth strained and blinky-eyed, the war hero looked more like an uncomfortable soriority girl hit by a bout of ADD and rigor mortis than a world leader in-waiting.
And what’s more, his roll-the-eyes, don’t-forget-to-wink-at-the-audience debate strategy was so badly acted out it wouldn’t make the cut at a high school play.
He wasn’t smarter than the other guy, so he elevated his chin, puffed out his chest and pretended to know-it-all.
It was almost sad to watch.