I did not love you, John McCain, but I salute you for your service – not as much for your vaunted military heroism as for having the courage to place principles above party and profits. I usually disagreed with your positions, but you were a tough motherfucker with a conscience, a sense of humor, and a gigantic pair of balls, and I curse whatever power rules this universe for taking you away when we need you.
For all of your flaws, and they were myriad, you were one of the few powerful men in America to realize what a fantastic monument to all the best instincts of the human race this country might have been, if we could have kept it out of the hands of greedy little hustlers like Donald J. Trump.*
(* With thanks to the good Dr. Hunter S. Thompson for having waded through the murky haze of the afterlife, trudging always against the current of time, to provide the words of that second paragraph. Greetings, Doc, from the other side of the fog. Sorry to report we need your words again, for Nixon is reborn, and he’s worse than ever.)