John McCain has come under minimal attack recently for having "senior moments". From referring to the Czech Republic or Slovakia by their name from over 15 years ago, "Czechoslovakia" twice in two days to flipping out on reporters routinely, the man is what those of us who have known elders would call "slipping". This is not a gradual decline. In the PC primary season, it was said that those of us who spoke the obvious, that he's too frikkin old to be President, were discriminating against him because of his age. He's a war hero!
Yes, it is sad to see someone who was once quite sharp fade into the oblivion of old age. He's not going to be wandering the halls of his hometown tomorrow unsure of his name. He's got some time. But he's way past the age where he can be relied upon to consistently be himself.
I shudder to think of him in a high level diplomatic meeting, flipping out as crotchety old people sometimes do, on a head of state. I imagine him in a Cabinet meeting frustrated because he can't remember a word or a new capital city.
There are plenty of policy reasons not to vote for the guy, but I think his age alone should disqualify him. No, we probably shouldn't mandate a maximum age for Presidential campaigns, of course not. But we should judge on a case to case basis, and in this case, the McCain is too old.
There is this silly shorthand that has taken hold of older writers who want to describe Generation Y. I missed Generation Y by only a few years. So perhaps I am just the right age to tell the world: I'm an early adapter of text messaging. I started texting in 2003. Even if you could argue that maybe texting started a year or two earlier, that still leaves quite a few formative teenage years for kids who are now graduating from college to have gone without texting.
Today at work I received some bad news: the Samsung Blackjack that I brought to BlogHer for the weekend is now...mine forevermore. I'm not what you would call a fan of the phone.