Humble AP reporters place an offering in front of Mad Dog McCain in the hopes that he’ll grant them an interview. John fights the urge to yell, “they had better have sprinkles you cunt!” and accepts their gift.

If tea with Mussolini is your idea of a good time then doughnuts with McCain ought to be a blast. Fascism has never looked so inviting, and it’s served warm and tasty from the so-called objective reporters covering their road trip experiences with Teflon John.