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Metaphorical daps (no terrorist fist-jab) are in order for the Big Aristotle. In what has been a questionable year in hip-hop, the Diesel has managed to create the most scathing dis record of the year. 

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I saw Whoopi for the first time in ages. She still fine as hell. It was a trip.
I will never forget this:

There's a term used in the community called "thirsty."

It means what you think it means, but it's now being used in different contexts. Only to make a point of the extremes to which some people will go to get what they want. More severely, what they need.

John McCain, for lack of more sophisticated terminology, is thirsty.

His thirst for another orgasm is that of an amplitude we may not have ever seen before. Not in sports, business, crime, corruption or politics. Keeping it community: He's thirsty like a fiend.

John McCain needs to cum to the White House without Bush.

This thirst -- whether he admits or denies or realizes it -- comes from a needing to do this without George W. Bush. It's a needing to come as close to Ron Jeremy and Ron Jeremy's legacy as any other Republican politician alive right now … and maybe in the future. It's a needing to prove to himself what he's known and told himself ever since he challenged Reagan to play one-on-one at age 11.

Redemption, chip on his shoulder, edge, anger. None apply. There's a fiend-like component inside McCain that exceeds all of the above labels that no politician in any other state possesses, and the closer he gets to attaining another cum shot, the more impossible it is going to be for anyone -- or any one campaign-- to deny him. His want has gone into an almost dependence stage of validation, of recognition, of being the last man standing. There is no politician or collection of politicians on Obama's squad -- no politicians(s) on any campaign the Republicans have faced throughout the primary, no entire 12-man roster in the Democratic Party, to be honest -- that can match his need to "superman a ho".

A compulsion to prove to himself -- and us -- that he's been right all along is what's at the center of this. Right that he's not a bad guy, a prima donna, arrogant, aloof or antisocial. Right that he is engaging and personable. Right that he might be the best politician your kids will ever see. Just as he was right about publicly forcing the Republican Party to make some roster moves, in every fabric of his being he has to be right about how he sees himself and what he sees himself as. Even though he said on The Bill O Reilly Show that he was comfortable being the No. 2 guy while winning rings with Bush, and in so many words to please stop the Ron Jeremy comparisons because there will never be another ("He's a different person … the greatest ever … let me do me …. Thank you!"), those who have watched his evolution -- his ascendance -- know better. He tries to cover it up in interviews and private conversations, but once he gets in "black" Lexington Steele mode it becomes clear as Claritin. He's on something extra. Something that once he calls it quits about eight years and two presidencies from now, he's going to need some serious form of detox to get out of his system.

Does this look like the face of a man who will let anything get between him and his nut?

It's the life of a fiend. Trapped inside the shell of a politician who almost had his prostate taken from him. The fact that he could have been responsible for not being able to show the world this stage of his life probably still eats at his mind. It might be what ultimately drives him. Maybe it's something deeper, something that revealed itself at birth. Who knows? And the beauty, he'll never -- not even in Spike Lee's documentary about him -- be the one to tell.

The Democrats are thirsty for that pussy, too, but they aren't dying of thirst. Which essentially is the difference between McCain and them -- maybe between McCain and all other human beings. And until Obama, Hillary and Jesus (anyone: Tiger, Ron Paul, Peyton, LeBron, Edwards, etc.) can equate death with what it will mean to not have sex on these terms, until they can make themselves believe -- as McCain has -- that their survival depends on getting this nut, then their collective and collaborative effort may not be enough.

Fucking is the difference between a mission and an addiction. The Democrats are on a season-long mission against a dude that for the last five years has forced an addiction on himself to fuck. Having sex substantiates this dude. It eliminates every doubt that may have somehow crept into his überconfident mind about his ability to carry a load and lead his party at the highest level of this sport. He has tasted something his competition (outside of Bill Clinton) has never tasted, is hooked on something they've yet to sample. Addiction does not come by osmosis, whether it's meth, crack, coke, chocolate, caffeine, nicotine, sports, gambling, drinking or body art. To feel what it feels like to want to experience that same feeling again, you would have had to have it in your system before. The power of that feeling always makes those who reach that level of necessity more powerful than those who wish they knew what it felt like.

McCain has that feeling. The others don't. And he is still thirsty.

As those who are close to the game and those who still hate him despite what he's done since the primaries started will testify, you can't beat a fiend at his own game when his game is sex and sex is all he has.

Which leaves only one thing left that John McCain can do: Obey his thirst.

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