I have never seen anyone quiver as much in their boots as I have the Leftist Rolling Stone at the prospect of McCain. Of course, it’s full of the usual distortions:

He did a similar about-face on Bush’s tax cuts, opposing them when he planned to run against Bush in 2001

…and it also has some typical moonbat hysteria taped on to its disastrous article in order to rally the Democrat base. To quote from just one Marxist-Islamist inspired paragraph:

It was July 29th, 1967, a hot, gusty morning in the Gulf of Tonkin atop the four-acre flight deck of the supercarrier USS Forrestal. Perched in the cockpit of his A-4 Skyhawk, Lt. Cmdr. John McCain ticked nervously through his preflight checklist.

Now 30 years old, McCain was trying to live up to his father’s expectations, to finally be known as something other than the fuck-up grandson of one of the Navy’s greatest admirals. That morning, preparing for his sixth bombing run over North Vietnam, the graying pilot’s dreams of combat glory were beginning to seem within his reach.

Then, in an instant, the world around McCain erupted in flames. A six-foot-long Zuni rocket, inexplicably launched by an F-4 Phantom across the flight deck, ripped through the fuel tank of McCain’s aircraft. Hundreds of gallons of fuel splashed onto the deck and came ablaze. Then: Clank. Clank. Two 1,000-pound bombs dropped from under the belly of McCain’s stubby A-4, the Navy’s “Tinkertoy Bomber,” into the fire.

McCain, who knew more than most pilots about bailing out of a crippled aircraft, leapt forward out of the cockpit, swung himself down from the refueling probe protruding from the nose cone, rolled through the flames and ran to safety across the flight deck. Just then, one of his bombs “cooked off,” blowing a crater in the deck and incinerating the sailors who had rushed past McCain with hoses and fire extinguishers. McCain was stung by tiny bits of shrapnel in his legs and chest, but the wounds weren’t serious; his father would later report to friends that Johnny “came through without a scratch.”

The damage to the Forrestal was far more grievous: The explosion set off a chain reaction of bombs, creating a devastating inferno that would kill 134 of the carrier’s 5,000-man crew, injure 161 and threaten to sink the ship.

These are the moments that test men’s mettle. Where leaders are born. Leaders like . . . Lt. Cmdr. Herb Hope, pilot of the A-4 three planes down from McCain’s. Cornered by flames at the stern of the carrier, Hope hurled himself off the flight deck into a safety net and clambered into the hangar deck below, where the fire was spreading. According to an official Navy history of the fire, Hope then “gallantly took command of a firefighting team” that would help contain the conflagration and ultimately save the ship.

It goes without saying that the Rolling Stone, being composed of a bunch of Islamists, expected McCain to die in the conflagration.

McCain displayed little of Hope’s valor. Although he would soon regale The New York Times with tales of the heroism of the brave enlisted men who “stayed to help the pilots fight the fire,” McCain took no part in dousing the flames himself. After going belowdecks and briefly helping sailors who were frantically trying to unload bombs from an elevator to the flight deck, McCain retreated to the safety of the “ready room,” where off-duty pilots spent their noncombat hours talking trash and playing poker. There, McCain watched the conflagration unfold on the room’s closed-circuit television — bearing distant witness to the valiant self-sacrifice of others who died trying to save the ship, pushing jets into the sea to keep their bombs from exploding on deck.

As the ship burned, McCain took a moment to mourn his misfortune; his combat career appeared to be going up in smoke. “This distressed me considerably,” he recalls in Faith of My Fathers. “I feared my ambitions were among the casualties in the calamity that had claimed the Forrestal.”

The fire blazed late into the night. The following morning, while oxygen-masked rescue workers toiled to recover bodies from the lower decks, McCain was making fast friends with R.W. “Johnny” Apple of The New York Times, who had arrived by helicopter to cover the deadliest Naval calamity since the Second World War. The son of admiralty surviving a near-death experience certainly made for good copy, and McCain colorfully recounted how he had saved his skin. But when Apple and other reporters left the ship, the story took an even stranger turn: McCain left with them. As the heroic crew of the Forrestal mourned its fallen brothers and the broken ship limped toward the Philippines for repairs, McCain zipped off to Saigon for what he recalls as “some welcome R&R.”

You know, the more I look at McCain’s track record, the more I realize he isn’t so bad. Sure, he may have been on crack cocaine during the 1999-2003 time span, with his hatred of True Christians, and sure he may have worked with the pothead Russ Feingold on campaign reform laws. Sure, he may have worked with the RINO Lincoln Chafee. However, the rest of his good qualities are undeniable: He helped several noble men, such as anti-pornography Charles Keating, to get rid of those worthless bank regulations that was keeping him from speculating in new property. He helped us realize that much of the anthrax in the aftermath of 9/11 actually came to America under orders of the wicked Saddam Hussein. He supported the rightful bombing of the ungrateful Cambodian gooks under the review of President Nixon. He’s worked with William Kristol on policy. He’s not afraid to anger the worthless Iranians so that we can nuke their Islamist asses. Finally, he can be legitimately labeled as an economic and neo conservative.

Now, this doesn’t mean that I endorse John McCain over Sarah Palin; I am still expecting that man to either concede his position on the Presidential ticket, or croak while in office. What I can see, however, is that we won’t be jeopardizing our safety (although we would with Iraq Hussein Osama as our ‘leader’) by pulling the lever for John Sidney McCaiin III to take command of this nation, execute the Pacifists and Socialists, and bring this nation back to its rightful position as leader of the world. If Presidents Bush and Cheney can endorse him, so can you. Even if you don’t like him, do it to spite the Communists at Rolling Stone. Do it for Christianity, and do it for America.