Barack Obama constantly impresses on us the need to be “my brother’s keeper, my sister’s keeper”. Never mind that he fails to practice as he preaches in his personal life. But then again, Obama has never been about reality, rather an idea, a utopian mirage his supporters cannot seem to get out of their heads.
John McCain, however is a real person, with real accomplishments, real warts and real humanity. And this story highlights that reality.
Conservative bastion Slate.com:
The Great McCain Story You’ve Probably Forgotten
What an old anecdote about Mo Udall in the hospital reveals about McCain’s character.
For the past few years, Udall has lain ill with Parkinson’s disease in a veterans hospital in Northeast Washington, which is where we were heading. Every few weeks, McCain drives over to pay his respects. These days the trip is a ceremony, like going to church, only less pleasant. Udall is seldom conscious, and even then he shows no sign of recognition. McCain brings with him a stack of newspaper clips on Udall’s favorite subjects: local politics in Arizona, environmental legislation, Native American land disputes, subjects in which McCain initially had no particular interest himself. Now, when the Republican senator from Arizona takes the floor on behalf of Native Americans, or when he writes an op-ed piece arguing that the Republican Party embrace environmentalism, or when the polls show once again that he is Arizona’s most popular politician, he remains aware of his debt to Arizona’s most influential Democrat.
One wall of Udall’s hospital room was cluttered with photos of his family back in Arizona; another bore a single photograph of Udall during his season with the Denver Nuggets, dribbling a basketball. Aside from a congressional seal glued to a door jamb, there was no indication what the man in the bed had done for his living. Beneath a torn gray blanket on a narrow hospital cot, Udall lay twisted and disfigured. No matter how many times McCain tapped him on the shoulder and called his name, his eyes remained shut.
A nurse entered and seemed surprised to find anyone there, and it wasn’t long before I found out why: Almost no one visits anymore. In his time, which was not very long ago, Mo Udall was one of the most-sought-after men in the Democratic Party. Yet as he dies in a veterans hospital a few miles from the Capitol, he is visited regularly only by a single old political friend, John McCain. “He’s not going to wake up this time,” McCain said.
This from the days when the media still believed John McCain to be of human descent, not a clone of Darth Vader. Have you ever seen a similar story about Barack Obama? Obama the Man? No. Obama the idea? Perhaps, but don’t bet on it. (h/t instapundit)