The accompanying image to the near left is a great model of cool. Anyone who hasn't had the privilege of watching the Sergio Leone classic Western, "The Good, the Bad and the Ugly," see it. Because Clint Eastwood's "Man With No Name" is arguably the most confident, unruffled character ever to grace the big screen. Nothing could phase him. Not bandits, not freelance gunslingers, not sheriffs, not the Confederate Army, not anyone, not any situation.
To borrow from the words of a close friend and great writer: "He could look hell in the face and ask for a glass of ice water." That's how Barack must be tonight, as John McCain flails at him like a panicky fish out of water. Let him bring up Barack's "association" with Bill Ayers. Hell, let McCain bring up R&B legend Roy Ayers. Let McCain talk smack about the Weather Underground or the R&B group the Weather Girls, Jeremiah Wright or Orville Wright.
Channel the Man With No Name. When he had guns pointed in the face, he just calmly lit a cigar and let the offending parties fly with a dis or two before he took them out. And after he calmly conquered his assailants and twirled his pistol back in his holster, he'd just calmly light up another stogie and be on his way.
The image on the far left was also a cool customer. Who could forget Samuel L. Jackson's "Jules Winfield" character in "Pulp Fiction," whose cool -- and .357 magnum struck fear into the hearts of anyone who tried to punk his boss, Marcellus Wallace. Who else would passionately invoke Biblical scripture before unleashing a hailstorm of bullets. Yes, Jules had style while performing his hits. And nothing bothered him, either -- not a wannabe armed robber in a diner, not a dorky guy who insulted him, not even his gangster boss.
So Barack, keep being you, baby -- cool.
Show the world you got skills, but you're too strong to gat caught up. Show the world you're above the drama.
Stay cool, baby. Stay cool.
And if McCain wants to talk smack, let him talk.
Then calmly, verbally get Medieval on him.
