John McCain, looking gimpy-er than ever, with his second wife Cindy looking more and more granddaughtery gave a shout out to Joe the Plumber at one of his sparsely populated pre mortems. there were so few in attendance that had McCain not been so slavishly chained to his script he could havbe looked up to see that odds are there was no joe nor no plumber in the house.
Yet tragic figure McCain just kept calling desperately for his only real imaginary friend in the world:" Joe...Joe the Plumber...where are ya Joe...my friend...Joey boy..."
Finally Cindy in her Malibu Barbie costume reached her breaking point. grabbing the mike, million heiress, McCain's arm candy and sugar mommy, lost it:" OK John! There is no Joe the Plumber, electrician, sheet metal worker or proctologist! Nobody basically is here and that's who's going to vote for you and that ice bitch on election day!"
The little flock grew silent and walked away one by one clearly embarrassed at having witnessed the marital squabble and ashamed that they were the last people in America not to have realized the Republican's disasterous downfall.