10. The Election Was Hard – On ME. Also, Republicans Are Stereotypical Caricatures And I’m a Trail Blazer!
The conclusion of Dirty Sexy Politics epitomizes why Meghan McCain is not taken seriously by anyone other than those who seek to use her as a useful idiot. While the election was certainly personally devastating to her – she loves her father, that much is clear – she can’t even get the figures right, as she’s too focused on herself and her feelings. She says that her father got forty-eight million votes. Yeah, no. He actually received nearly 60 million votes, which even a cursory google search would indicate. For someone so expert in new media and technology, you’d think she’d know how to look at Wikipedia, even, for cripes sake.
That aside, it was the incredibly tired stereotypes and cliches about the Republican party that drove us daft. That, and the idea the Meghan McCain is oh-so-hip and unique. She’s quite the opposite. She is boring and cliched. She thinks of herself as a rebel, but she is a sheep with not one original thought of her own. She believes in antiquated stereotypes of the Republican Party that are not true. In her tunnel-visioned and cocktail party chasing mind Republicans are mindless, bland and beige, robots.
It is time to make room for all Republicans. Today!
Yeah, honey, we already do that. We aren’t the ones who force people out of the party for daring – DARING – to not demonize George W. Bush and to defend our homeland security. Ask your friend Joe Lieberman about that, why don’t you?
We shouldn’t have to look a certain way, or live a certain way. That means my gay friends like Josh, shouldn’t have to pretend they aren’t gay – or have an unequal Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell kind of lifestyle in the Republican Party. That means that my moderate friends shouldn’t feel like outsiders. And my friends with tattoos and nose rings or women, like me, who like to wear leggings and not pantsuits – they shouldn’t have to think twice about whether their bodies or clothing matched their political philosophy.
Do you actually speak to any Republicans? Or do you just speak to “progressives” who tell you what you want to hear about Republicans? Because, sweetie, there are many gay Republicans and they don’t pretend to be otherwise. Why don’t you attend HomoCon? Oh wait, you can’t. Because Ann Coulter is speaking at that conference and she’s so intolerant and icky, right? Okay, how about you talk to Gay Patriot? Or GOProud?
And hold onto your Jimmy Choos, but Jenn and I both have tattoos. Funnily enough, no one came and ran us out of the Party over them. And neither of us has ever, even once, worn a pantsuit. I prefer jeans, leggings or cute, short denim skirts. With strappy sandals. I also have boobs, gasp! Does my body and my clothing match your perceptions of my political philosophy?
Being a republican is not a lifestyle choice. And it doesn’t mean you can’t be young, or gay, or black, or anything else.
The only people saying otherwise, Meghan, are your buddies the so-called progressives. They are the ones who say that gay people, and black people, and women should all walk in lock-step with the Leftist agenda. They are the ones who have created identity boxes.
The last lines of the book are the most hilarious, yet also the most infuriating:
America is the home of the individual, where a woman like me can stop worrying about fitting in – and follow her passion instead.
Don’t let me pick up this torch alone.
Such a trail-blazer! Only, not at all. Listen, toots – women who don’t worry about “fitting in” have already picked up the torch. Take off your tunnel-vision goggles, and you might see that.