My Daddy is… Or, My Beef with Meghan McCain
By David Glenn Cox
http://theservantsofpilate.comOh, America, where have you gone? Your children’s children are waiting to know, when did it stop being real and become just a show?
The myth of any boy can be President has morphed to become any boy can be President if his father was one.
We celebrate the heroes, we spit upon whores; then we turn it all around until you can’t tell anymore.
It all started innocently enough. A headline caught my attention, “My Beef With Ann Coulter,” and I thought to myself, "I, too, have a beef with Ann Coulter." So I began to read the article; about three paragraphs in I thought to myself, who is this author? It was grammatically correct with a decent sentence structure, but it didn’t say anything. It was just a compilation of things that we already know about Ann Coulter; then came the line, “What was she thinking when she said Hillary Clinton was more conservative than my father during the last election?”
In my own defense it was around five thirty in the morning when I first read that line. I was about two paragraphs down when the thought hit me, her father? Who the hell is her father?
Well, the author was none other than that highly respected journalist, Meghan McCain. The author’s bio reads, “Meghan McCain is originally from Phoenix, Arizona. She graduated from Columbia University in 2007. She previously wrote for Newsweek magazine and created the website mccainblogette.com. Hmm? What are they leaving out? What other fact that shouldn’t be ignored is missing from her bio, a fact that the author herself makes reference to in the second paragraph?
Let’s fix that bio for her. Meghan McCain is originally from Phoenix, Arizona. Her father is Senator John McCain; she graduated from Columbia University in 2007 without any student loans and is heir to a hundred million-dollar fortune. She previously wrote for Newsweek because her father is Senator John McCain, otherwise she would have been pounding the pavement or writing obituaries like thousands of other 2007 college graduates. She is credited with creating the website mccainblogette.com, which began during her father's 2008 presidential campaign.
NBC used Luke Russert, the son of the recently deceased corporate whore Tim Russert, during its coverage of the Democratic national convention. Luke was to highlight the youth vote. In his spots Russert had a deer-in-the-headlights look in his eyes, and asked mundane questions of people who had no idea why they were being asked questions for television. After the second day of the convention, the spots disappeared, but he will be back! You haven’t seen the last of Luke Russert! Don’t you know who his daddy was?
We have all used connections to land jobs. In journalism and broadcast journalism there are literally tens of thousands of people working nights and weekends, praying for that big break but missing that one required reference, my daddy is…. The spots are so few and the chances so long it just seems a shame to waste them on the children of the wealthy and politically connected.
In the case of Ms. McCain, she is following a long held tradition in the McCain family. Her father, Senator John McCain, was the son and grandson of four-star admirals in the navy. His appointment to the Naval Academy should be viewed much like George W. Bush’s acceptance at Yale, a legacy. McCain finished near the bottom of his class at Annapolis, and during his flight training in Pensacola he scored well below par. Had he not been an Annapolis graduate and the son of commander of US forces in Europe, he probably would have washed out.
In 1958 McCain crashed his plane into Corpus Christi Bay while practicing landings. That was strike one. Then McCain clipped power lines while flying too low over the Iberian Peninsula and crashed into the Mediterranean. That was strike two. The navy is made up of serious people that do not suffer fools gracefully, they take a dim view of pilots that bend up their aircraft. So when John McCain, son and grandson of four-star admirals, crashed a jet trainer on a recreational trip to the Army–Navy football game, his navy career would have been over. That is, if his father and grandfather hadn’t been four-star admirals.
McCain was then shot down over North Vietnam, and considering his previous flying record, who could have been surprised? After all, he had crashed three times without being shot at. He was badly injured and served, according to legend, bravely.
“After being periodically slapped around for “three or four days” by his captors, who wanted military information, McCain called for an officer on his fourth day of captivity. “He told the officer, 'O.K. I’ll give you military information if you will take me to the hospital.'” US News and World Report, May 4, 1973, from an article written by John McCain.
“Demands for military information were accompanied by threats to terminate my medical treatment if I (McCain) did not cooperate. Eventually, I gave them my ship's name and squadron number, and confirmed that my target had been the power plant.” Page 193-194 "Faith of My Fathers" by John McCain
When the North Vietnamese discovered whom it was that they had captured, he was thereafter referred to as “The Crown Prince.”
After he was released, his flying career finally over, he first was stationed in Florida as commander of all things a training squadron where he improved their flight readiness and safety record. During his period in Florida be began to have a series of extramarital affairs leading to his divorce. He then became a Senate liaison. He liked the party atmosphere and the light workload, hanging out with Senators and answering questions.
He met Cindy Lou Hensley in 1979 and began to push his current wife for a divorce, not waiting before obtaining a marriage license. McCain then bought a house for its congressional district and began his political career and the rest, as they say, is history.
“I am sure most extreme conservatives and extreme liberals would find me a confusing, walking contradiction. But I assure you; there are many people out there just like me who represent a new, younger generation of Republicans. It took me almost two years of campaigning across this country and hanging out, on a daily basis, with some of the most famous and most intelligent Republicans to fall in love with the Republican Party.” (Meghan McCain)
No, on the contrary I find you a chip off the old block, a 2007 graduate who has spent the last two years, “hanging out.” Who wouldn’t fall in love with the gravy train?
“If it took that much time and exposure for me to join the party, how can GOP leaders possibly expect to reach young supporters by staying the course they have been on these past eight years? Where has our extreme thinking gotten us? President Bush will go down as one the least popular presidents in history. I constantly hear stories about Republicans who previously worked for President Bush and my father feeling ostracized, unable to get jobs in D.C. right now.” (Meghan McCain)
John McCain has proposed selling off the assets of failing banks, and while he has admitted that shareholders would, in his words, “take a beating,” he said, "it is useless to prop up banks whose overall value continues to plummet.
“Some of these banks have to fail,” he said, adding that he has advocated for insurer AIG’s failure since last year’s $700 billion bailout bill.
“AIG, back, I believe, when we started bailing them out, I said we’ve got to let it fail. You can’t have zombie banks.”
“Where has our extreme thinking gotten us?” Your thinking hasn’t gotten you anywhere, only your daddy's name. You are clueless as you pine for the poor Republicans, “unable to get jobs in D.C. right now.” Get off the tour bus, sweet lips! Join us out here in the real world, where we work for what we get. Then we lose it when your daddy, slacker John, whose entire career is based on nepotism, fiasco and spin, advocates letting the banks fail, oblivious to what that will do to millions of other Americans. The millions of American trying to keep their one home, trying to keep their one job, who don’t have two years to hang out on the bus “with some of the most famous and most intelligent Republicans.” Wake up sister, you were on the bus with Sarah Palin.
What you know about the world can be summed up in three little words, my daddy is… Likewise your writing credentials, your foot fitting into daddy’s slipper doesn’t earn you an invite to the ball, Cinderella.
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