Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Cindy, I Think I Liked You Better When You Were On The Meds

At least then, I had sympathy for you, especially given the mean old man you have had to live with every day for the last thirty-some-odd years (didn't think about that when you married a guy twice your age all those years ago, did you?).

Today, Cindy McCain said at an appearance a children's hospital that Barack Obama has run the "dirtiest campaign in American history." Maybe the prescription drug use has damaged her memory. In 2000, her husband was neck and neck with George W. Bush in the primaries when a Karl Rove-engineered smear campaign used anonymous push-polling phone assault called to attack Mrs. McCain's marital fidelity, rehash her admitted past use of prescription drugs, and, worst of all, the parentage of her adopted daughter (who is dark-skinned and Bangladeshi by birth), playing on Southern voters' deepest, most primal hatred of blacks. It worked. McCain ended up losing. Badly.

I guess at some point Cindy McCain figured that, because it was an attack generated by fellow Republicans, it wasn't really so bad after all. Not in the grand scheme of things. Not when you compare the political strategy of linking her husband with his buddy, George W. Bush, and all his policies. Or mentioning that, if we're going to get into a game of the dozens about past associations, Charles Keating and his service on the board of the U.S. Council for World Freedom (a group that the ADL labeled said at the time "has increasingly become a gathering place, a forum, a point of contact for extremists, racists and anti-Semites") might be something that voters would want to hear (we don't, really, but it's only fair to bring it up, given Radio-Free Palin's idiotic accusations that Obama is a terrorist). No, no. Calling your adopted daughter the bastard offspring of an illicit affair of your husband's? Well, these things happen during a campaign, and all's fair in love and war when you're a Republican, I guess.

Pitiful. Lady, pick one of your seventeen (seven? seventy?) houses and go there and rest quietly, because you are too mentally fragile to be allowed to go on. I do sympathize with you to some extent. I know what it's like to live with someone who bullies and dominates you, someone determined to kill your very soul to inflate his pathetic ego. (I'm only guessing, of course, but I have a knack for sussing this stuff out.)

One of the reasons I went from admiring John McCain (ca. 2000) to hating him with all my might, both as a politician and as a human being is that he proved that nothing was more important to him as becoming President. Not his values. Not his service to his country. Not his wife or his children. When the McCains sat down and decided to surround themselves with the very same people -- or proteges of the same people -- who conducted a sleazy, disgusting attack on their child, because they wanted to win that badly, I came to see them for what they were.

John McCain wants more than anything in the world to be President of the United States. He needs it. Requires it. It has been on his list of Things To Do for a very long time. And this is his very last chance. And his wife, who is probably at her heart a sweet, good-hearted person, wants for her husband everything he wants. I would imagine that a thwarted John McCain is no fun to live with. Fortunately, she does have a few places to go to get away from him, and her own funds to get there. But these are two people who will do anything to win, even if it means tossing their family under the Straight Talk Express to get there.


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