You know it is a slow news day when a skanked out picture of potty mouthed Meghan McCain has everyone A-Twitter.” Honestly, I don’t get the Meghan McCain phenomenon. Dumb blondes are a dime a dozen after inflation, and fat dumb blondes are as common as flies in a stable. McCain reminds me of a low rent Mae West without West’s looks, brains or talent. She’s not even interesting enough to be a train wreck. Yet, there she is.
Stacy McCain has a sampling of the vapid Ms. McCain’s “tweets.” It is a shame that with all of Mommy and Daddy’s money that they never bought the poor girl a vocabulary. Suffice to say, it isn’t necessary to ‘buy a vowel’ to know that she isn’t taking her Tourette’s meds.
Bob Belvedere at The Camp of The Saints has Ms. McCain pegged:
To my friend Stacy McCain, I say: It ain't a woman's size that
matters. Its how they wear it--physically and mentally.
Your cousin wears it well physically, but when she opens her mouth, any
attractiveness is wiped away by the insipidness of her thoughts [I call this
Wellesley Girl Syndrome]. The two sides go hand-in-hand in determining if a gal
is appealing over the long haul.
Meghan McCain suffers the worst of all sins-she is boring. Can anyone think of anything notable that Ms. McCain has ever said? No, I imagine not. But then, notable sayings are rarely asterisk filled.
Little Miss Atilla