Oh, For Crying Out Loud; John McCain Edition

Let me get this up front: Unless there is credible allegations of something else, I Officially Do Not Give a Shit Who John McCain Was Sleeping With.

I. Do. Not. Care.

Unless it came be shown that he was doing a Duke Cunningham, except he was getting paid off in blowjobs instead of with cash and goodies, I don't care. That's between him and his wife and his alleged girlfriend. Unlike Bill Bennett, the national moral scold who made over $200 million in bets in slot machines, I don't know as McCain has ever held himself out to be some sort of hypermoral person.

So far, the story about McCain and his alleged girlfriend do not pass the "so, what" test.

Now if Preznit "19% approval" had been caught in the sack with his girlfriend, that might be a different matter, since Chimpy claims to have high moral standards, at least when he is not raping the Constitution, directing the commission of war crimes or handing over the keys to the Treasury to his golfing buddies.

But that's not the case. At least, not so far.