Lost in my fevered clicking fray last night over the news that Kerry never met with the UNSC reprersentatives in their entirety was some blogger’s idea that John Kerry was reminiscent of a high school student who constantly brags about sexual escapades that never happened.

Roger Simon may have expressed regret over using “sociopath” to describe the man who wants to be president; I really don’t care. I think he’s right. The consistent lying and bragging isn’t just a matter of being glib, or trying to be slick and be everything to everyone. He’s a habitual bullshitter, and I don’t want this man being the chief executive of the nation.

In a game of poker he’d be the guy who bluffs constantly whether it’s good for him or not, and even lets the players who have folded see his cards to share in the abject, juvenile glee in knowing that he may win without any basis for victory.

Is he… as Lynne Cheney calls “not a good man?” At first I thought that the Second Wife may have been right. Now I have my doubts. I think he is an ill man, a sick man, one to be pitied while never given leeway over matters of responsibility. If not for the dangerous times we live in now, if not for the rude awakening that 9/11 dealt to us, I wouldn’t mind having four years of President Kerry to make fun of everytime he lies about doing something. I wouldn’t mind having Madame TeRAYza as well. But not now. Not yet. Not ever, any longer.

So as the newest Kerry lie comes out—one where he claims to have been in the Game 6 of the 1986 World Series—I need to take issue with Kevin Aylward’s assertion that Kerry wants to be like Forrest Gump in that he was in the middle of historic events. Maybe Kerry needs to be, but Forrest was definitely an accidental presence. No, Kerry will never be Forrest Gump. He’ll always be the Sherminator, and the only problem is that when the time comes that he figuratively pisses his pants at the prom, the American people will be paying the price.