The Other McCain

"One should either write ruthlessly what one believes to be the truth, or else shut up." — Arthur Koestler

Memo for Meghan McCain

Posted on | December 1, 2010 | 18 Comments

“Let the in-fighting continue. . . . I don’t need some blue blooded elites who have accomplished nothing on their own to keep telling me what is right for my country. . . . I don’t need a bunch of spoiled brats who only got into the ‘best’ schools because of what other members of their family have accomplished telling me what is best for me and my country.”
Monique Stuart

UPDATE: Columbia University alumna sweet dumb babboo Meghan didn’t know what “blue blood” meant. Good thing Sarah Palin didn’t use sangre azul or something. Ace of Spades totally clobbers it:

“Blue blood” has a variety of tones to it. Blue bloods think of it as a good term. Often it’s used in a purely descriptive, neutral way — people are objectively “blue bloods.” Same as saying they’re wealthy. Not really open to much debate.
And sometimes it’s used derisively, as in “entitled little beer-empire princesses who supposedly go into Columbia based on nothing but academic potential (wink, wink) and yet never read a single book in which the very common term ‘blue blood’ was used.”

Read the whole thing, and notice that Ace finds himself compelled to defend Sarah Palin even though he’s not exactly on board the Mama Grizzly 2012 Victory Express. Like I say, she’s making the right enemies, and that can be a very valuable asset in politics.

UPDATE I: A great sentence from Monique, summing up the basic problem with Meghan:

If she spent half as much time hatin’ on women from the party she claims to stand in opposition to she might actually be an asset to the party she claims to be a member of.

Which is a damn fine sentence, although it reminds me of a joke Lewis Grizzard used to tell:

A grad student at the University of Georgia has a research project that requires him to access rare documents available only at the Harvard University library. So he catches a plane to Boston, takes a bus to the Harvard campus and stops the first student he meets.

“Excuse me, sir, could you please tell me where the library’s at?”

“At Harvard University, we don’t end our sentences with prepositions.”

“All right,” says the Georgian. “Then could you tell me where the library’s at, asshole?”

That there’s funny, I don’t care who you are.


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