That part of the movie where Spencer Tracy and his old friend Frederick March do battle in the courtroom, the former the cynical, shopworn progressive thinker the latter a cliche spouting literal bible believer.

Both fought long and hard battles on the same side until god came into the picture and segregated these two rhetorical warriors into warring camps. One believing with all his heart, one doubting with all his mind.

One still maintains his wits the other lost in nostalgia, letting the past dictate his present. To bad for him the here and now was changing and so within the blink of an eye, one old warrior fell victim to life.

It was sad, heart wrenching to listen as the onward christian soldier sputtered, lost in the strictures of Leviticus and met his fate while no one really noticed except his doting wife.

I see McCain, the one time happy warrior, still grasping for attention, relevance, really, trying to fit the new world into his cold world structure. Too many loose ends now, too many enemies lurking everywhere. The old warrior trying desperately to fit them all into the strict confines of the ultimate grudge match; USA vs. USSR.

He has his followers, old men, always old men, gloaming onto his hero veneer in order to have one more day in the sun. But that sun set long ago. They focus on the Evil now that the Empire has gone. You can see it as he tried to stand tall and rigid, threatening Russia just like St. Ronald the Thespian in the olden times. But his bluster, like Frederick March reciting the biblical linage while no one listened, went for naught.

But now Barack, comfortable enough in his own political skin to take on a sage, faces head on a more complicated landscape. Everything is changing, morphing into a Brave New World. And just like Arthur had Merlin or Frodo had Gandolph, Obama now has Biden, the wizened veteran who will be there to assist in times of trouble, times of doubt. It's a perfect fit, epic in scope, drenched in the reality of myth. The Idealist and the Sage. An unbeatable combination for the trying times ahead.