*Sigh* Here we go..
Yesterday, John McCain was a two-face politician.
Today, John McCain is a two-face politician, diagnosed with brain cancer.
I can honestly say I don't give a shit.
I don't wish him ill, I'm completely indifferent about anything related to John McCain. If he miraculously recovers and lives another 90 years, great for him.
If an cartel member that snuck across the border brought a kilo of cocaine into Arizona, and the cocaine found its way into the posession of a brain surgeon that got high and botched John McCain's brain surgery and kills him.... well shit... maybe John would have wished he made good on his 2010 campaign promise to support the border wall being built, instead of impeding any efforts to do so.
(Don't read into that too much, it's just a joke... sorta.)
I'm not saying 'Fuck John McCain!' I'm saying I couldn't care less.
And I'm sure whoever the Republican establishment supports to take his Senate seat will be just as two-faced as John is. So what's the point of wishing him gone? None whatsoever.