I watched Senator JOHN McCain’s funeral, from start to finish.

It was inspiring.

I was especially moved by the spirit of shared values. The missing goon was at his private golf club, tweeting furiously about our enemy, Canada.

For a few hours today, it seemed that sanity and comity had returned. The madman was not invited, even though his daughter and son-in-law and his chief of staff were.

Mercedes Schneider watched too.


She too felt the whiff of a better world, a normal world, a world not run by an angry bitter fool.

For a few precious hours, we could pretend he did not exist.