I hate it when we get it, but somehow manage to miss it entirely.

As noted on Crooks and Liars this weekend, three Democrats managed to sit through a entire episode of Face the Nation and remain 1) in relative agreement, and 2) on message. I actually marked the day on my calendar, because that was freakin’ noteworthy.

However, something that Jesse Jackson, Jr. said struck me as a little off while I was watching it, but being enthralled as I was with three Democrats remaining 1) in relative agreement, and 2) on message, I wasn’t able to discern what it was that was “off” until I read the C&L take. Jackson Jr. said:

So when John McCain gets up in the morning and leaves his house to lock his door, he has to shuffle through a number of keys to figure out which key works in which door, in which home he’s at at any given time.

Actually, Mr. Jackson’s vignette on Senator McCain’s daily conundrum in exiting his home could have been much more poignant had he included the likelihood of McCain’s handlers having to wash and dress him, wax his leathery skin into a semblance of human likeness, feed him, and lead him to one of his waiting vehicles. THEN, one of his handlers has to figure out, not which key works in which door, but which key-code activates which security system on which home IF AND ONLY IF the household’s support staff will not be working that particular day.

You see, Mr. Jackson, rich people don’t mess with bullshit like keys. They have people that do that kind of thing for them. But almost everyone over the age of thirty can actually empathize with not being able to find one’s keys, or forgetting which one works where. Yours was not a bad description per se, but you could have driven home the point of the vast sociological divide between McCain and reality a bit more cleanly.

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