Does this woman look "fat" to you?
Her name is Meghan McCain, and she is the daughter (I'm sorry to report) of John McCain, though I have no idea if she is the child of Crash and his Stepford Wife (a.k.a. The Second Mrs. McCain). Doesn't really matter.
[Although, let me state for the record: Yikes! That's scary! One of the few things I respect about McCain is his willingness to approach that face unclad. I couldn't do it without my testes clambering to re-ascend into my abdominal cavity like Italian infantrymen escaping Caporetto...]So, anyway, someone called Laura Ingraham, who is described in this article as one of the "conservatives never reconciled to John McCain", upset that Ms. McCain bitched about shemale pundit Ann Coulter being a train-wreck public face of the sneering, pompous, self-satisfied asshats that populate the GOP "leadership" (if by "leadership" you mean "handful of crazed fanatics attempting to suicide-bomb their own compound because their party isn't as fanatic as the 12th Century Inquisition or as heartless and larcenous as the Sheriff of Nottingham"), responded by hammering young Ms. McCain with Fat Girl jokes and similar juvenile coprolalia.
I'm perfectly fine if Republicans want to feast on each other's flesh; they've had enough of everyone else's the past eight years, it's only fair that they consume some of their own, frankly.
But how in hell is this woman fat?
And more to the point, WTF? I mean, there's FAT; dangerous, scary, heart-attack-fat, stroke-fat, joint-failure, hip-breaking fat. But short of becoming a medical problem or forcing you to look like an utter dork meeping around the Safeway in one of those little electric carts, what's the problem with a little...extra?
If I were to admit to an erotic attaction to standard-issue 2009 GOP conservatives, which to my mind would be like sleeping with a hostile alien species determined to exterminate the human race, I would have to admit that I find Meghan McCain VERY attractive; very feminine, very oomphy, very...sexually desirable. Certainly much more so than I find Ms. Ingraham:
who appears to be not only a fine example of an authentic smugly Bush-luuurving dominatrix but looks to fulfill every quality of my old Ft. Bragg buddy Alfie Castello's warning about sleeping with a certain type of skinny blonde: "They're entitled, they're edgy, they'll get you in trouble and laugh as you try and talk your way out of it. Their hips are so bony that it's like making love to a sack of old razor blades. And you KNOW that they love themselves more than they'll ever love anyone else."So aside from the nasty little woman's generic juvenile idiocy of mocking someone because they're chubby, aside from the question of whether anyone should be mocked for being chubby...how in hell, in what kind of fucked-up society, can the woman in the top picture be derided for even being chubby?
I don't get it.
