I liked Meghan McCain. In her faux hipster Urban Outfitter threads, she attempted to humanize her cantankerous, over-the-hill father during the presidential election with her “cute” bloggette. She recommended bands, shared playlists and posed cheekily in a controversial kaffiyeh that those crazy Columbia kids were wearing.
Then her father, for whom I voted, got spanked in the general election, bringing into focus a gaping hole within the GOP. A crisis of numbers and faith so painfully deep, we have only one other creature with whom to empathize — a Mets fan.
At this point, someone (maybe her mother?) suggested she should speak for the youngin’ mavericks out there. She anointed herself head cheerleader on a one-woman squad, and went to work on her vision of a new Republican Party. A kinder, more gentle GOP where all everyone felt loved. In essence, one that would look more like an elephant in donkey’s clothing.
The Daily Beast, Tina Brown’s answer for those who thought the Huffington Post wasn’t left-wing enough, gave her a weekly column and she was promptly booked on every Republican-hating show from “The View” to Bill Maher. Boy did she deliver — a perfect underhand lob right over team liberal’s home plate. With her bleached blond hair, heavy eyeliner and oodles of “umms” and “likes” she looked more like Lauren Conrad than Peggy Noonan.
Then came the blogs … oh the blogs! Posts riddled with self-indulgent drivel and giggling suggestions on how bring more youth into the listless party fold. “Go Gay, GOP!” Each had one overarching theme: To win, the Republicans needed to be more like … the Democrats.
“I don’t know exactly what about me threatens them (Michelle Malkin, Ann Coulter and Co.) so much, other than that people are listening to me,” she writes in her latest cranium-inflating missive to the kids on the Internets. She brags that she has twice as many followers on Twitter as Malkin. “And trust me, Twitter is more of an indication of where young people are than books published.” Books are so for old people!
Meghan is building a “look at me, I’m such a hip badass” platform, lobbing insults at pundits to prove she’s just as edgy as her father. But didn’t her father earn his reputation by reaching across the aisle to both sides, not just sending love letters to the competition?
The blond muppet courageously took on the forces of hate mongering on the “View.” What about her hate mongering? Meghan addressing Cheney and Rove: “You had your eight years, now go away.”
Then when asked by co-host Sherri Shepherd if her parents were treated unfairly during a awkward stumping visit to the show, as opposed to the back scratching, fawning reception the Obama’s received, she swept it aside saying, “let’s move forward.” Way to take them to task, Meghan. You go girl! Her apologist rants are eerily similar to Obama’s adventures in overseas contrition.
In another blog entry, she calls it “creepy” that Karl Rove is following her on Twitter. Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart. It certainly isn’t because he is looking for pointers on how to kiss Joy Behar’s bottom. It’s because he probably needs a solid laugh in these lean times.
Not once does the Arizona gal offer up any substance on policy. She never weighs in on the health care debate, fiscal responsibility, or Hillary’s African outburst. She never quite explains why she is a Republican, only why she hates them. Something tells me she doesn’t really know.
Pundits, unfortunately, aren’t elected. It’s the media — hardly a sympathetic voice — who decides that Meghan McCain is a legitimate Republican voice. She’s not. She’s the sales girl at Top Shop, imbecilic, catty and naive.
Meghan, they’re using you to make the GOP look broken and stupid; and I can only imagine you’re using them for fame. But please, if you do care about your father’s party, stop.
You’ve gotten swept into deep waters, and you’re only going to drown the rest of us, too.