Unsolicited advice for Meghan McCain
I have mixed feelings about Ms. McCain. On one hand, I’m glad she’s willing to take on the GOP dinosaurs who want to keep the party focused forever on wedge issues. I applauded when she told Laura Ingraham to kiss her “fat ass” and took on snarling harpy Ann Coulter on Rachel Maddow’s show.
On the other hand, would anyone give a shit what she had to say if she weren’t John McCain’s sorta cutesy, blogging daughter? Nope.
But even more irksome (to me, anyway) is Ms. McCain’s over-reliance on her youth—her tendency to pull this card, “Um, bitch? I wasn’t even, like, born then!” when challenged on any issue.
It’s perfectly legit in some situations: No person or group should be forced to grapple endlessly with the same issues. Sometimes it’s truly time to move on and tell the dinosaurs to march forward with you or lumber off to the tar pits. The GOP’s demonization of gays and immigrants are great examples.
But the “I wasn’t even born then” card is no excuse for ignorance and an inability to place current events in their historical context. As Paul Begala so deftly demonstrated here:
Begala is absolutely right. McCain arouses chivalrous instincts even in the hard-bitten Maher, which isn’t especially to either’s credit. And McCain’s reaction when her youth card is unceremoniously torn to pieces and tossed in her face is even worse: She pulls the “I’m just a silly blonde” ace. (sigh)
Note to Ms. McCain: As you are keenly aware, your chosen party is at a historically low ebb. Dead guys (Reagan), pugilistic has-beens (Cheney and Gingrich) and psychotic racist assholes (Limbaugh) are its current ugly face. If ever there was a party in search of a new face, GOP 2009 is it.
You seem to want the job. And hey, in this celebrity-driven culture, someone has to have it. Why not you? You don’t seem stupid. Your instincts seem mostly sound. And you have a famous name and vast wealth, which, though unfair advantages, are advantages nonetheless. Through the miracle of hydrogen peroxide, you may always be blonde, but you won’t always be young. Even if that were possible, you still need to be up to the job.
Use the copious leisure time your accidental access to giant piles of cash bestows to learn some history—not to stay forever mired in your party’s past but to enlighten yourself about its possible future. “All my friends get along—why can’t everyone?” is a question, not a solution.
Find out the answer, and then get back on my TV. You might say something worth hearing then, which will be a first for a GOP spokesperson since, like, way before you were born.
[Cross-posted at Betty Cracker]
Posted by Betty Cracker on 06/22/09 at 08:59 AM • Permalink
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