Politics: McNasty

Readers of this blog know quite well that we swear like a longshoreman. That's just us, people. We try not to do it too much in real life around children, old folks, and the religiously observant, but we is wot we is and we talks how we talks.

We draw the line at using profanity in anger at our nearest and dearest. We might mutter under our breath a "Holy quacking duckshit, wouldja leave me alone, awreddy" or "Jeez, do we have to go through this again?" but we never call our dear friends &mdash or even our exasperating and saints'-patience-trying cats nasty names.

So when we read this morning that John McNasty, current senile, doddering Republican nominee for President, once addressed his wife thus:

Three reporters from Arizona, on the condition of anonymity, also let me in on another incident involving McCain’s intemperateness. In his 1992 Senate bid, McCain was joined on the campaign trail by his wife, Cindy, as well as campaign aide Doug Cole and consultant Wes Gullett. At one point, Cindy playfully twirled McCain’s hair and said, “You’re getting a little thin up there.” McCain’s face reddened, and he responded, “At least I don’t plaster on the makeup like a trollop, you cunt.” McCain’s excuse was that it had been a long day. If elected president of the United States, McCain would have many long days.

&mdash we were shocked. WHAT? You talk to your wife like that? The woman whose money has paid for your political career for decades now? Even if you don't owe love and kindness and respect to your life-partner, you sure as hell owe them if you're living off their money!

Calling your wife a cunt in public in front of strangers and minions is pretty damned low in our book. Responsible adults who are furious at each other over inappropriate comments or public putdowns or even jokes that hurt, don't go all ballistic on each other and start calling each other names and making vicious remarks. Trollop? You call your wife a trollop?


Sheesh. If we tried that on our partner, we'd be nursing a very bald head right quick.

The combination of extreme age, vicious temper, and lack of self-control are not exactly inspiring us with confidence right now. This man is aspiring to be president? Haven't we already had close to eight years of a nasty bully holding that job? We need a cool-headed reflective individual who neither "misspeaks" nor lies nor reacts inappropriately.

The book in which that, and many similar, incidents are detailed is titled The Real McCain by Cliff Schecter. It arrives in bookstores next month. Cliff blogs over at The Agonist. He says he wrote the book because:

"The public certainly has to know what this guy might do as president," Schecter says. Examples like the ones in his book "should worry people, quite frankly."

There actually was a time back in 1990 when we liked John McCain. We lost a lot of respect for him when he failed to protect his adopted daughter, Bridget, from the nasty smears of Karl Rove. Incidentally, where the hell is Bridget these days? Meghan McCain is all up in teh news alla time, but Bridget is invisible. Wonder why.


We lost more respect for the man when he publicly embraced all those people who had walked jackbooted over him and his family. We can't wait to read Cliff Schecter's book. This election is a pivotal point for the country, and we need to know as much about each candidate as we possibly can.

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