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The REAL John McCain – READ THIS!

Jumped up jesus on skis! First Taibbi, now this. Back when Hunter was cranking out the political beat for RS, some of the best poli-journalism in America could be found behind its oversize, glossy, frequently pornographic cover. Seems those days are back…and who couldn’t use a glossy pornographic cover, eh?

Illustration by Robert Grossman

Illustration by Robert Grossman

Tim Dickinson writes in Rolling Stone:

At Fort McNair, an army base located along the Potomac River in the nation’s capital, a chance reunion takes place one day between two former POWs. It’s the spring of 1974, and Navy commander John Sidney McCain III has returned home from the experience in Hanoi that, according to legend, transformed him from a callow and reckless youth into a serious man of patriotism and purpose. Walking along the grounds at Fort McNair, McCain runs into John Dramesi, an Air Force lieutenant colonel who was also imprisoned and tortured in Vietnam.

[snip]

On the grounds between the two brick colleges, the chitchat between the scion of four-star admirals and the son of a prizefighter turns to their academic travels; both colleges sponsor a trip abroad for young officers to network with military and political leaders in a distant corner of the globe.

“I’m going to the Middle East,” Dramesi says. “Turkey, Kuwait, Lebanon, Iran.”

“Why are you going to the Middle East?” McCain asks, dismissively.

“It’s a place we’re probably going to have some problems,” Dramesi says.

“Why? Where are you going to, John?”

“Oh, I’m going to Rio.”

“What the hell are you going to Rio for?”

McCain, a married father of three, shrugs.

“I got a better chance of getting laid.”

Dramesi, who went on to serve as chief war planner for U.S. Air Forces in Europe and commander of a wing of the Strategic Air Command, was not surprised. “McCain says his life changed while he was in Vietnam, and he is now a different man,” Dramesi says today. “But he’s still the undisciplined, spoiled brat that he was when he went in.”

This Dickinson piece is a MUST READ – scratch that – a sit your ass down with a bottle of Wild Turkey and pay close attention read.  Have a pen handy.  You will want to circle and underline many things, scribble ‘WHAT THE FUCK?’ in the margins, and by the time you’re finished you’ll need it to write out a fat cheque to the Obama campaign.

It’s a lengthy bit, and covers McCain’s entire life from baby brat tantrums to vicious old bastard backstabbing, with interviews from the people who knew him at every step and stumble.

From his days at the Naval Academy:

“He was a huge screw-off,” recalls Butler. “He was always on probation. The only reason he graduated was because of his father and his grandfather — they couldn’t exactly get rid of him.”
McCain’s self-described “four-year course of insubordination” ended with him graduating fifth from the bottom — 894th out of a class of 899. It was a record of mediocrity he would continue as a pilot.

Regarding his time as a POW in Vietnam, from those who there:

“John allows the media to make him out to be the hero POW, which he knows is absolutely not true, to further his political goals,” says Butler. “John was just one of about 600 guys. He was nothing unusual. He was just another POW.”

McCain’s serial adultery and contempt for women:

If heroism is defined by physical suffering, Carol McCain is every bit her ex-husband’s equal. Driving alone on Christmas Eve 1969, she skidded out on a patch of ice and crashed into a telephone pole. She would spend six months in the hospital and undergo 23 surgeries. The former model McCain bragged of to his buddies in the POW camp as his “long tall Sally” was now five inches shorter and walked with crutches.

By any standard, McCain treated her contemptibly. Whatever his dreams of getting laid in Rio, he got plenty of ass during his command post in Jacksonville. According to biographer Robert Timberg, McCain seduced his conquests on off-duty cross-country flights — even though adultery is a court-martial offense. He was also rumored to be romantically involved with a number of his subordinates.

His ties to convicted embezzler and great friend Charlie Keating:

McCain still attributes the attention to nothing more than Keating’s “great respect for military people” and the duo’s “political and personal affinity.” But Keating, for his part, made no bones about the purpose of his giving. When asked by reporters if the investments he made in politicians bought their loyalty and influence on his behalf, Keating replied, “I want to say in the most forceful way I can, I certainly hope so.”

Cindy McCain’s drug addiction and the cover-up played as confession:

Tom Gosinski, a young Republican, kept a detailed journal while working as director of government affairs for the charity. “I am working for a very sad, lonely woman whose marriage of convenience to a U.S. senator has driven her to . . . cover feelings of despair with drugs,” he wrote in 1992. When Cindy McCain suddenly fired Gosinski, he turned his journal over to the Drug Enforcement Administration, sparking a yearlong investigation. To avoid jail time, Cindy agreed to a hush-hush plea bargain and court-imposed rehab.
Ironically, her drug addiction became public only because she and her husband tried to cover it up. In an effort to silence Gosinski, who was seeking $250,000 for wrongful termination, the attorney for the McCains demanded that Phoenix prosecutors investigate the former employee for extortion. The charge was baseless, and prosecutors dropped the investigation in 1994 — but not before publishing a report that included details of Cindy’s drug use.

McCain’s violent temper and lack of self-control:

During his 1992 campaign, at the end of a long day, McCain’s wife, Cindy, mussed his receding hair and needled him playfully that he was “getting a little thin up there.” McCain reportedly blew his top, cutting his wife down with the kind of language that had gotten him hauled into court as a high schooler: “At least I don’t plaster on the makeup like a trollop, you cunt.” Even though the incident was witnessed by three reporters, the McCain campaign denies it took place.
In the Senate — where, according to former GOP Sen. Bob Smith, McCain has “very few friends” — his volcanic temper has repeatedly led to explosive altercations with colleagues and constituents alike. In 1992, McCain got into a heated exchange with Sen. Chuck Grassley over the fate of missing American servicemen in Vietnam. “Are you calling me stupid?” Grassley demanded. “No, I’m calling you a fucking jerk!” yelled McCain. Sen. Bob Kerrey later told reporters that he feared McCain was “going to head-butt Grassley and drive the cartilage in his nose into his brain.” The two were separated before they came to blows. Several years later, during another debate over servicemen missing in action, an elderly mother of an MIA soldier rolled up to McCain in her wheelchair to speak to him about her son’s case. According to witnesses, McCain grew enraged, raising his hand as if to strike her before pushing her wheelchair away.

His flip-flops, backstabbing, bad judgment, errors regarding Iraq…it’s all laid out in a well-researched, well-written and very telling analysis of this truly fucked up, batshit, self-important nutbar who considers himself goddamn well entitled to the oval office.  After reading this piece, there can be little question as to why this dirty sonuvabitch has flagrantly and eagerly hocked his honour and his phony reputation in a desperate, vain and vicious attempt to get his hands on the only thing that would allow him to step out of his father’s shadow and the Napolean complex he’s been hauling around since birth.

Dickinson does more than expose McCain – he confirms what is becoming all too apparent even to those who like the poor, senile bastard.  The John McCain story is becoming a little like Ol’ Yeller, except that egg-sucking dog really DID save the boy from the bear.  Nevertheless, there comes a time when the end is inevitable.  It’s time for Travis to take the gun, go out to the barn, and put this rabid old war hound out of his misery.  He’s in too much pain, is never going to get better and has become a danger to others.

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One Response

  1. Another reason to get a copy of Rolling Stone

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