Postmodern John McCain: the presidential candidate some Arizonans know — and loathe

[dtotire]

Postmodern John McCain: the presidential candidate some Arizonans know — and loathe

By Amy Silverman

Published on August 07, 2008

I once stood in John McCain's kitchen and watched Cindy cook eggs for their kids.


It was still dark outside when I arrived at the McCains' north-central Phoenix house on a winter day in early 1994. I remember terra cotta tile and overstuffed plaid couches and wondering whether Mrs. McCain regularly got up before dawn to make breakfast.
I was following her husband around for the day, for a story I was working on about his role in Arizona Republican politics. I'd been gathering examples of McCain's strong-arming, and I needed some face-time with the senator, to ask about that and also to describe his personality. That day, we drove to Tucson so McCain could sit in as guest host on a local talk-radio show.

For three hours, with the same piece of gum in his mouth, McCain took calls from listeners. There was no set topic. I got the anecdote I needed for my story in the form of a call from "Rosemary," an obviously elderly woman who wanted to express her concern about nuclear proliferation.

"You make some excellent points, Rosemary, and I wish that everybody were as concerned about the issue as you are. And I appreciate the call," the senator told her. Then he announced a station break, took off his headphones, and leaned over to me (his BFF for the day) with a Grinch-like grin on his face.

"I believe that Rosemary has a bumper sticker that says 'Visualize World Peace,'" he said.
Vintage McCain.


Read the rest--pretty long.

http://www.phoenixnewtimes.com/2008-08-07/news/postmodern-mccain-the-john-mccain-some-arizonans-know-and-loathe/%20/2

[speedoo]

1. K&R, and bookmarked.

For reading later, thanks.

[glowing]

2. wow.. long but worth it.. pretty good stuff.

loved the part of Tucker Carlson pissed and pouting.. McCain stumbling over a teleprompter and Cindy looking pitifull and not wanting to be there...