It's late. Three in the morning and you have class at seven a.m. tomorrow. Your bed beckons you forward, and you think of its warm embrace as you slowly take off your clothes. Inches from your bed, you freeze. What is that coming from the t.v. down the hall? What could possibly be so incredible, that it stops you from slipping under the covers, and makes you labor drunkenly back into the living room? Why, it's 'A Friendly Message from the Supporters of John McCain'.