And the B. HUSSEIN!!!  Obambi campaign continues its implosion unabated.
Now the O-bunghole is making fun of McCain for supposedly being “out of touch” because:
…he still doesn’t know how to use a computer, can’t send an e-mail…
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Obama spokesman Dan Pfeiffer said the campaign was not making an issue of the 72-year-old McCain’s age, but the time he’s spent in Washington.
“Our economy wouldn’t survive without the Internet, and cyber-security continues to represent one our most serious national security threats,” Pfeiffer said. “It’s extraordinary that someone who wants to be our president and our commander in chief doesn’t know how to send an e-mail.”
Apparently the O-bungler is long on “style” (and I use that  word advisedly) and woefully short on substance.  Or, to put it another way, long on ridicule and a bit dwarfish on research.
As in, whether or not McCain might have a damned good reason for not being able to use a computer:
Well, I guess it depends on what you mean by “extraordinary.” The reason he doesn’t send email is that he can’t use a keyboard because of the relentless beatings he received from the Viet Cong in service to our country. From the Boston Globe (March 4, 2000):
McCain gets emotional at the mention of military families needing food stamps or veterans lacking health care. The outrage comes from inside: McCain’s severe war injuries prevent him from combing his hair, typing on a keyboard, or tying his shoes. Friends marvel at McCain’s encyclopedic knowledge of sports. He’s an avid fan – Ted Williams is his hero – but he can’t raise his arm above his shoulder to throw a baseball.
And all this after O-bitchboy’s campaign rump-ranger Widdle Davie Poofter was quoted as saying:
“Today is the first day of the rest of the campaign,” Obama campaign manager David Plouffe says in a campaign strategy memo. “We will respond with speed and ferocity to John McCain’s attacks and we will take the fight to him, but we will do it on the big issues that matter to the American people.”
Oh, yeah.  He’s got us there.  I mean, I certainly lose at least three hours, seven minutes and 41 seconds a night worrying about the possibility that my presidential candidate can’t send an email because he’s unable to type.  That’s definitely fuck-all important as an issue to me. 
This is so fucking ticky-tacky  that it’s hard to imagine that it came from a Demoscummic campaign of any stripe, regardless of how retarded we know them to be.
How anyone can take this smarmy little pisspot seriously again after this unprovoked attack (indirect though it may be, but it’s still an attack) on John McCain’s war injuries is beyond this scribe.  Anyone who would support this bastard now is either just plain stupid or would sooner vote for Hitler before any Republican anyway.
And you can quote me.
[SCENE:  the bridge of Pegasus.  The ship is still en route to Nossican territory, but that’s not what’s on the crew’s mind at the moment.  Captain Korrioth is casting a rather imposing shadow over Lt. T-Bone McManx as McManx twists & tweaks various dials across his communications console.]
T-BONE MCMANX:  I’m sorry, Captain.  I’ve tried everything I know, but we simply don’t have enough power to make it through the interference.  Not from this far out, anyway.
KORRIOTH:  I understand, Lieutenant.  Keep trying.  Do whatever you need to do to cut through that interference.
[At that moment, the bridge doors part and Lord Darth Venomous strides onto the bridge.  He apparently still has a touch of his migraine headache, for there is a strained look on his face.  The Sith Lord’s right hand, Engineer Emeritus Merlin is with him.]
VENEMOUS:  Report, Captain.
KORRIOTH:  Still unable to raise General Rayegun, Admiral.  Interference from the ion storm ravaging the Southern Command is still too heavy to penetrate; Pegasus  simply doesn’t have the power.
VENEMOUS:  We’ve gotta find a way to increase power, Captain.  (towards the speakers) Bridge to Engineering.  McCool!
OZY MCCOOL (over speakers):  McCool here.  Yes, my liege?
VENEMOUS:  I need more power to the communications systems, Commander.  We need  to reach the General and make sure he’s alright.
OZY MCCOOL:  Aye, sir.  I’m on it.
VENEMOUS:  Merlin, go down and assist.  Pull from whatever non-essential systems you need, but get me that power.
MERLIN:  Yes, m’lord.  [Merlin hurries out.]
VENEMOUS:  Keep trying to reach the General, McManx.  At regular intervals.
…
Denizens, you might raise up a prayer or two for Supreme General Rayegun.  He’s directly in the path of this.
That’s an order, BTW.