Watching the continuing debasement of John McCain in lust for power, it occurs to me, is a lot like confronting death.
It starts with denial: He's different from the rest. In a campaign, you have to say things to get elected, but he hasn't changed. He's still marching to his own drummer.
Then anger: He said that he wouldn't vote for his own immigration bill? That ass! He's abandoning the middle for the sake of placating those crazies on the right he always hated!
Bargaining: I'll still take him over Obama.
Depression: Oh, God. Sarah Palin?
Acceptance: They're all lying, self-centered hacks.