For reference, Mr. McCain, just like Some Guy said awhile back - I am not your "friend."
Not only am I NOT your friend, I actively dislike you and your mamby pamby pandering ways. I think you look like you're made out of wax, and I think you sound like Dick Dastardly's dog Muttley when you laugh. In fact, you look a bit like him, too. (And since I know you're way too old to understand the Hanna Barbera pop culture reference, FYI that isn't a compliment. In fact - SNAP.)
I figure in the end your folksy chitterchat will ultimately kick your ass. If you can talk all cocky about giving Barack Obama some schoolin' in foreign policy with a trip to Iraq, it can only be a matter of time before you call him "boy" in a debate. Or perhaps you'll go with the less racially charged "whipper-snapper." With an old-coot holler at the end.
But for now, please cease and desist with the "friend" calling, Sir. From this point forward, it's "Miss Jackson" to you. (That one's easy. Look it up.)
This is normally where I say, "But good luck to you." Instead I'll wish you a safe free flight on your wife's corporate jet. And God bless.