I Haven’t Heard It Put Quite That Way Before

But YEE HAW!!!

…To wit: the Washington Post reports that Sen. John McCain’s campaign — convinced that the maverick thing alone isn’t working — is about to open up a can of whoop-ass on Obama with a focus on his personal associations.

May I also add, “And not a blanketyblankblankblank moment too soon.”

…I was only nine then, the year Ayers’s Weathermen tried to murder me.
In February 1970, my father, a New York State Supreme Court justice, was presiding over the trial of the so-called “Panther 21,” members of the Black Panther Party indicted in a plot to bomb New York landmarks and department stores. Early on the morning of February 21, as my family slept, three gasoline-filled firebombs exploded at our home on the northern tip of Manhattan, two at the front door and the third tucked neatly under the gas tank of the family car. (Today, of course, we’d call that a car bomb.) A neighbor heard the first two blasts and, with the remains of a snowman I had built a few days earlier, managed to douse the flames beneath the car. That was an act whose courage I fully appreciated only as an adult, an act that doubtless saved multiple lives that night.

Via Instapundit.

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