But who said Meghan McCain’s a big girl?
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It was hard to fathom why my parents would let me down so much.
“Get showered, get serious, and get some mascara on!”
Eventually, she showered. On the bus to meet Palin, Meghan decided she had chosen the wrong outfit. She headed to the bathroom to change dresses and a, uh, wardrobe malfunction ensued: “When a zipper became stuck on my bra, I kicked open the bathroom door, stood in the back of the bus in my bra, and called out to my friends.” In case you were worried, she was fully clothed and no longer teary-eyed by the time she met the Palins.
Meghan cries a lot in this brief book: before meeting the Palins; at the Republican convention; after she reads a profile of her in Esquire, which painted her as a beer-swilling, bi-curious, bleached-blond firecracker; countless times along the campaign trail; and any time she thinks of New Hampshire.
John McCain’s handlers found her so difficult to manage that they eventually offered her a choice: either go home or take your own bus well away from the main McCain campaign, on a tour through “Pennsylvania, Ohio, Colorado, and Florida.” She took the bus. Her dad lost all four states.
IT’S DIFFICULT TO TAKE Miss McCain’s political ideas seriously, but let’s pretend. She wanted Lieberman for vice president, the same Joe Lieberman who was Al Gore’s running mate in 2000. He is technically an independent after he lost a Democratic primary, but has the voting record of a typical moderate liberal Democrat. This would have led to an open revolt by delegates to the Republican National Convention. They would have rejected her dad’s pick and who knows where they would have stopped.
Meghan calls herself “passionately pro-life” (Mormon grandchildren notwithstanding) but it seems more rhetoric than a real, thought-out, grown-up position. She finds advocacy of abstinence to be practically medieval. She frets that in dealing with Bristol Palin’s pregnancy, the McCain campaign should have used this as “an opportunity to discuss the importance of contraception.” Boy, wouldn’t that have made a great line in John McCain’s stump speeches!
And she cannot fathom why the Republican Party doesn’t get with it on gay marriage and being more tolerant of…her outfits. A gay friend of mine satirized her point of view by writing, “She, like, has tattoos and stuff. And is, like, totally not one of those H8rs!”
Our young author could have given us ample reasons to want to read an account of the McCain campaign. She doesn’t have a supple intellect but she does have other charms. Her children’s book making the case for her father wasn’t awful and McCain Blogette had a lot of fun campaign pics she could have used to wrap a narrative around.
But those pictures are nowhere to be found in Dirty Sexy Politics and have been removed from the website. She’s making a play for readers to take her seriously — an effort that can only end in tears, I’m afraid.
A man of faith in a godless age is hitting Americans where it hurts.
Mr. and Mrs. American Spectator Reader, let P.J. O’Rourke talk sense to your kids.
In Britain, defending your property can get you life.
The debacle of this president’s administration is both a cause and a symptom of the decline of American values. Unless Congress impeaches him, that decline will go on unchecked. An eminent jurist surveys the damage and assesses the chances for the recovery of our culture.
It won’t take long for conservatives to scratch this presidential wannabe off their 2008 scorecard.
The American Christmas, like the songs that celebrate it, makes room for everybody under the rainbow. Is that why so many people seem to be hostile to it?
Was the President done in by the economy, or by the politics of the economy?
H/T to National Review Online