[Old Yeller]

I want to smell the rose-scented breeze and feel the sun on my shoulders. I want to watch the hawks hunt from the sycamore, and then take my leave bound for a place near my old friend Chuck Larson, in the cemetery on the Severn (River), back where it began,’ McCain wrote in his latest book.

Does he not understand what being dead means?

[COUNTrecount]

Obviously not if he can still post and Tweet.