There are many important things to think about today --
what
will President Obama do in Afghanistan? -- but for Meghan
McCain no subject is ever more important than Meghan McCain.
Last
night, my young and quite distant cousin, daughter of
Republican
presidential loser John McCain, had what one blogger
called a "Twitter
breakdown," a public tantrum performed for the benefit
of the more than 50,000 people who subscribe to her Twitter
feed.
Having
chronicled Meghan's hysterical Twitter snit on my own
blog, there's no need to recount the laughable details here.
Suffice it to say that she dishes it out -- vulgar put-downs of
Michelle Malkin, smugly superior sarcasm toward Ann Coulter, etc.
-- but can't take it. So, in a message last night, she
promised that she is "getting the f***k off Twitter."
Ironically, her
egoistic episode began when Miss Meghan posted a photo of herself
holding a book about Andy Warhol, the pop artist whose best-known
aphorism was, "In the future, everyone will be world-famous for
15 minutes." Meghan's 15 minutes have long since expired and if
she is stupid enough to follow through on last night's impulsive
threat to quit Twittering -- 50,000 subscribers is an
enviable readership for online promotion -- the world will
have another laugh at her expense.
Whatever you do, however, don't make fun of Meghan for being
chubby. That's the self-indulgent theme of
her latest column at Tina Brown's Daily Beast. And
this is one of the rare occasions when I agree with my pudgy
young cousin, whose column boasts about her size-10
derriere.
Being a Southerner -- my kinship with the senatorial branch
of the McCain family involves an 18th-century Carolinian ancestor
-- I've never minded a gal "with a little meat on her
bones," as we say down home. In fact, during the Monica Lewinsky
scandal, I was the only conservative journalist in Washington who
never made a fat joke at the expense of President Clinton's
delightfully weighty mistress.
Like the concupiscent Arkansan, I found Miss Lewinsky's
zaftig figure extraordinarily alluring and was
quite grateful that it was Bubba, and not I,
who was led into that particular temptation. Every time CNN
showed Monica bouncing and jiggling out
of the federal courthouse after her grand jury appearances,
I'd let out a low whistle and mutter: "There, but for the
grace of God, go I!"
Meghan McCain obviously has never aroused such guilty thoughts in
my heart. No matter what people say about Southerners
and their cousins, that's just a stereotype, like the
unfair stereotypes about dumb
blondes and spoiled rich girls. Still, I
think Meg's bubbly chubbiness is quite fetching and
only wish that everyone shared my downhome admiration for a gal
who, by all appearances, isn't ashamed to ask for second helpings
of barbecue and biscuits.
Therefore, I trust that American Spectator readers who
wish to comment will show Miss Meghan the kind of respect she
deserves, and that all comments on this subject will be
appropriate and decorous. Please, I beg you: NO
FAT JOKES!