To me it was just like being stuck in a corner at a party at somebody's house in Palm Beach with a too-intense little old man whose breath is a tiny bit bad and he's rambling on about politics that sound about 40 years old (Vietnam was a righteous war, the Russians are evil...) and when he realizes you're not listening he starts to get really mad and starts raising his voice a bit and talking fast and spitting bits of his cracker and foie gras at you. That was John McCain's speech.