Jimmy, Jack, when are you coming back?*

Today my Convention Boyfriend of the Day is a McCain sandwich. The younger generation of McCain. No Not Cindy... even younger:

Jimmy

and Jack

Sure you're closer in age to your mother than she is to her hubby, John McCain, (which made it that much more creepy when she kept calling him a 'great father') but you're out serving your country in heroic fashion. And when you come home safely, don't forget to look me up.
(*with apologies to Martha Reeves and the Vandellas who sang "Jimmy Mack")

If you can't keep your Johnston in your Levis, come sit next to me...

It takes a true Maverick to take a GOP convention and make it focus on core issues like:

• pre-marital sex; and,
• the failings of abstinence-only sex education.

This blog is thankful that the "maverick" topping the GOP ticket this year did just that, by tapping an Arctic unknown as his VP choice, and inviting the boy who had been tapping her daughter to this year's convention. Levi Johnston, you are my Convention Boyfriend of The Day.

Levi, when you should have been home taping up your hockey stick for the next big game, you had other ideas... something kept distracting you...some things kept distracting you...
Your efforts were futile, but fertile. All the other 18-year olds in town look up to you because they know you're not lying about your conquests, and because you're (as you say on your MySpace page) "a f**kin' redneck who likes to snowboard and ride dirt bikes... Ya f**k with me I'll kick ass."

And where did it get you? Only onto National TV!
There you sat in the Vice-Presidential box, contemplating your own vices, and your own boxes. But I hope you know that as my boyfriend of the day, I won't wipe food off your face on national TV like your baby mama chose to do: