The ghost of Strom Thurmond

While Rand Paul tried to uphold the Constitution, McCain and Graham were sucking up to Obama ad-Dajjal:

http://www.washingtontimes.com/blog/inside-politics/2013/mar/7/graham-mccain-blast-paul-filibuster/

The problem in DC is not that Obama ad-Dajjal spits on the Constitution; they ALL (with one or two exceptions) spit on the Constitution.

I understand this when it's coming from McCain: he was a war criminal in Vietnam, and he's a war criminal now. But what's with Graham? What drives his treasonous insanity? Could it be the ghost of Strom Thurmond?

One day long ago I was coming home from work and driving through Aiken, South Carolina. Traffic was backed up, and as I sat waiting for the vehicles to move I noticed that the old station wagon in front of me had a South Carolina plate with the number "1" on it. Who, I wondered, has plate No. 1? Maybe it's the Governor, I thought.

Just then the wagon turned right down a side street, and I tore after it, thinking that this person must be a local and would know how to bypass the traffic jam ahead of us.

After a few blocks of frantic following, I realized that the driver of the wagon ahead of me was Strom Thurmond. Old Strom certainly knew the streets of Aiken well, and after slip-streaming his wagon to my part of town I backed off and gave him a wave of thanks for helping me get through town so quickly.

I don't think he saw me. Prolly just as well.

Strom had a reputaion of being a white supremacist. Graham inherited his seat in the Senate. So ... what's a son of the South, from the first state to secede from the Union, doing talking to Obama ad-Dajjal, the self-described second coming of Abraham Lincoln?

It more or less reminds me of the final paragraph of George Orwell's story Animal Farm:

Twelve voices were shouting in anger, and they were all alike. No question, now, what had happened to the faces of the pigs. The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.

Democrat or Republican, President or Senator, man or pig; it's impossible to tell them apart. They're all puppets of the ruling class, and we're the poor dumb animals they intend to rule.

Get used to it, you former residents of "the land of the free and the home of the brave". That bird circling overhead is an armed drone, and that cop down the street is a battlefield robot. Take one wrong step and you're toast.