John McCain reminds me a lot of a friend I once had as a young man. Let's call him "Jerry." Since Jerry's family was dirt poor, he was something of an outcast. Since I was quite a bit younger than he, I did not look down on him because his pants and shirts had holes in them. My family had recently relocated to the same town, and I felt like something of an outsider myself. The two of us naturally gravitated toward one another, inspite of our age difference. We spent a lot of time fishing, hiking, and just hanging...