If someone had told me last year that, come the fall of 2008, I would be praying for John McCain to become the next president of the United States, I would have had three words for him – seek psychiatric help. (McCain is my kind of Republican the way “rap” is my kind of music.) But, in the last four months of the campaign, that’s exactly what I was doing – praying for a McCain victory – not because McCain is so good (any resemblance between the Arizona Senator and a conservative is purely coincidental), but because I would have...
