The creepiest part of this video from the McCain campaign -- and all of it is simply creepy  -- is that they felt it necessary to identify the (Son) and his (Mother).  Probably because any casual viewer would think these two old folks were sitting around the rest home chatting about "the child" they had spawned, um, together.

The "I was born on a Friday" -- "No, you were born on a Saturday" introduction is eerily reminiscent of Maurice Chevalier and Hermione Gingold as long-ago lovers recollecting sweet past times together: "you lost a glove" -- "No! I lost a comb!"  And yes, that revs up my creepy-dar just as I hit the GO arrow.  Then the oldsters bicker over whether little Saint came during Happy Hour.  Seems to me St McCain had heard that version of the story, which makes sense when you listen to (Mother) tell it anew. It wasn't Happy Hour at all! -- as if she had only heard about the twenty-seven bottles of Scotch at the Officers Club.  Because (Mother) knows America doesn't want another President whose mommy drank right up until his delivery, right?

Had enough of that. 

And the next item on my creepiness scale -- how often to you hear yourself referred to as "this baby" and "the child" and, then again, "this baby" when you are actually, you know, right there in the room next your mom?  Wouldn't you expect (Mother) to call her little Saint "you" or "our son?"  That's what my mom calls me, at least when I'm in the room.  

But it's great when St McCain slips into Bob Dole third-person mode: "He doesn't pay enough attention to his mother." More illeism, please.  And it's clear Roberta gets quite enough Saint time in her life -- I love the dismissive wave of the hand the video editor couldn't quite omit.

 And what masterful video editing it is!

Jumping all around, close-ups, reaction shots -- they tried hard to isolate and capture only the nice things Roberta had to say about Little Saint Johnny, "the sweetest, nicest child I've ever known."  I want to see what got left on the cutting room floor from this masterpiece.

And how was your Mothers Day?