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'Ghost of John McCain' is vulgar, ambitious and could fail.

When the curtain rises in Manhattan on September 3, a man dressed all in white will step onto the stage and into the spotlight with a bleached suitcase behind him.

He is John McCain, but this is not the white dress uniform he wore in Annapolis, and we are not in this earthly world.

“So this is it,” he sings. “The prize at the end of the mission. The gold at the end of the rainbow.”

But McCain is wrong.

He didn't land in heaven. And he didn't parachute into hell. He's in a place much worse than hell.