The McCain campaign for the presidency of the United States is in a fighting mood. It wants America in a fighting mood, too. The signature image of the Republican convention is John McCain bellowing at the conclusion of his acceptance speech, “Fight with me! Fight with me! Fight with me!”
I hate fighting, and the belligerence of the convention deeply disturbed me. I have been struggling to compose a meaningful response that neither draws on the same animalistic heat nor yields the field.
So what can I do but accept the McCain invitation? Yes, indeed, John McCain, I will fight with you — not as I would with an ally to help him secure hearth and home, but as I would with a bully to stop his destructive intimidation seeking control of the schoolyard.
