Zoopolitik

Nancy Goldstein at Salon’s “Broadsheet” blog pegs it: Whatever the uberwealthy McCains are paying daughter Meghan’s publicist, it isn’t enough:

It’s hard to say how much of the Kool-aid McCain has drunk, or what, exactly, she’s trying to serve her readers. Despite gushing to Rachel Maddow that she “loves to be open” and “loves telling people about my experiences,” her transparency doesn’t go beyond telling her readers that she loves the Republican Party in the same breath that she admits to loving American Apparel tube socks and the song “Phenomena” by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. The whole experience of reading McCain’s blog or her Twitter page is eerily reminiscent of the segment on advertising that many of us had in our first year of college, in which we learned why the real product is rarely pictured: Because what advertising sells us is the image of the rugged cowboys we’ll be if we smoke the stuff. Similarly, there’s no talk in McCain’s world about the economy, or judicial nominees, or what should be done with John Yoo and other Bush-era figures that may have committed war crimes. Just the implied promise that you can be a young Republican and still have “Live Free or Die” emblazoned on your Twitter page with red, white and blue skulls. And say “badass” just a few lines down from where you say, “God, I love this country!”

I’m beginning to believe there’s good reason God allows despair about the state of the world as one declines into old age. It’s to make the death transition painless. Hippies made it easy for the Class of ‘44. Meghan and the McCain Youth are doing it for Yippies.

Thanks, y’all.

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