There is much to dispute/kibbitz/roll ones eyes at in this cover story on Cindy McCain, but what really stands out is the inappropriate and awkward "Navy wife" analogy that writer Holly Bailey uses to introduce her subject:
Ambitious naval officers who hope to make admiral know they must put in years of sea time, long deployments aboard ship where they prove themselves as sailors and earn the respect of their superiors. Back home, their wives work, chase after the kids and take care of the house, building lives of their own while their husbands build their careers. Cindy McCain knows what that’s like. Over the 28 years of her often long-distance marriage to Capt. John McCain, USN (Ret.), she says she thought of herself as a Navy wife whose husband was off on tour—albeit on Capitol Hill instead of somewhere in the North Atlantic. "It was almost like a deployment," Cindy told NEWSWEEK. "What I told the kids from the time they were little is that their dad was deployed and serving our country in Washington."
Whoa there, little filly. Let’s back up a little bit and give "Navy wife" credit where "Navy wife" credit is due, which, in this case would be to the one John McCain dumped:
McCain likes to illustrate his moral fibre by referring to his five years as a prisoner-of-war in Vietnam. And to demonstrate his commitment to family values, the 71-year-old former US Navy pilot pays warm tribute to his beautiful blonde wife, Cindy, with whom he has four children.
But there is another Mrs McCain who casts a ghostly shadow over the Senator’s presidential campaign. She is seldom seen and rarely written about, despite being mother to McCain’s three eldest children.
And yet, had events turned out differently, it would be she, rather than Cindy, who would be vying to be First Lady. She is McCain’s first wife, Carol, who was a famous beauty and a successful swimwear model when they married in 1965.
She was the woman McCain dreamed of during his long incarceration and torture in Vietnam’s infamous ‘Hanoi Hilton’ prison and the woman who faithfully stayed at home looking after the children and waiting anxiously for news.
But when McCain returned to America in 1973 to a fanfare of publicity and a handshake from Richard Nixon, he discovered his wife had been disfigured in a terrible car crash three years earlier. Her car had skidded on icy roads into a telegraph pole on Christmas Eve, 1969. Her pelvis and one arm were shattered by the impact and she suffered massive internal injuries.
When Carol was discharged from hospital after six months of life-saving surgery, the prognosis was bleak. In order to save her legs, surgeons had been forced to cut away huge sections of shattered bone, taking with it her tall, willowy figure. She was confined to a wheelchair and was forced to use a catheter.
Through sheer hard work, Carol learned to walk again. But when John McCain came home from Vietnam, she had gained a lot of weight and bore little resemblance to her old self.
Today, she stands at just 5ft4in and still walks awkwardly, with a pronounced limp. Her body is held together by screws and metal plates and, at 70, her face is worn by wrinkles that speak of decades of silent suffering.
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Carol insists she remains on good terms with her ex-husband, who agreed as part of their divorce settlement to pay her medical costs for life. ‘I have no bitterness,’ she says. ‘My accident is well recorded. I had 23 operations, I am five inches shorter than I used to be and I was in hospital for six months. It was just awful, but it wasn’t the reason for my divorce.
‘My marriage ended because John McCain didn’t want to be 40, he wanted to be 25. You know that happens…it just does.’
Some of McCain’s acquaintances are less forgiving, however. They portray the politician as a self-centred womaniser who effectively abandoned his crippled wife to ‘play the field’. They accuse him of finally settling on Cindy, a former rodeo beauty queen, for financial reasons.
McCain was then earning little more than £25,000 a year as a naval officer, while his new father-in-law, Jim Hensley, was a multi-millionaire who had impeccable political connections.
It’s one thing for John McCain to toss away the wife who was horribly injured during that time when was waiting for him while he was in captivity; we already know about that and how it reflects upon his character. But it is quite another thing for Cindy McCain, coming from one of the wealthiest and most influential families in Arizona, to willingly wrap herself with the mantle of long-suffering military spouse when her husband was working a pretty sweet gig (with lots of perks and time-off ) that her family bought for him in Washington.
As with her little drug problem, Cindy McCain once again proves that what she can’t buy, she has no problem with just taking.
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Okay..I have a leg up on this since TBogg gave me a preview of this post a little while ago. This makes me absolutely enraged. As Tbogg said, we all know McCain is a small-minded, shallow, pitiful man who dumped his first wife because she was no longer tall and beautiful (let’s just cut to the chase) but for Cindy to compare herself to a “navy wife” is so ridiculous that I find it offensive. I have lived in SD all my life and my best friend through elementary and middle school was a navy kid. The fact that her dad was gone for large chunks of time was something we just accepted. It was his job. It wasn’t until much later when I joined the workforce that I realized the level of sacrifice and struggle these families endure. To raise even one child with a partner who is physically and emotionally present is hard enough, but these women raise families with not only limited financial means, but without that presence and support. And, they then deal with the emotional damage these men suffer in the line of duty. Cindy McCain has money, connections, and assistance that these REAL navy wives will never know. I have come to admire them in a way that I admire few people because I realize that I could never do what they do. And Cindy will NEVER have to. For her to make that comparison is not only disrespectful, it’s repulsive.
My wife is a Navy Brat. Grew up in San Diego and Norfolk, VA, and Hawaii. She and her brothers lived in cheap shitty housing in some of the most expensive places to live in this country while their dad would disappear off the face of the earth in a submarine every few months. Her mother held them together doing everything you just described Mrs. Tbogg and then played mentor to the younger wives as time wore on. My own wife has
sufferedpersevered through my own multiple deployments as a National Guard Infantryman, and helped me to pick up the pieces every time I came home. It’s easier on us. We have a job to do and three square meals (most of the time). My wife becomes mom AND dad for a year or more each time I mobilize, and she does it without narcotic assistance, or vast wealth earned by her father.Cindy McPercocet is just like those idiots at the 2004 RNC who thought it was so funny to wear bandaids with purple hearts drawn on them. People like that don’t understand how loathsome it is to belittle or trivialize the sacrifices of others, since all that matters to them is getting what they want.
Well, after the first two comments there’s not much to say but “Amen.” Poor Cindy’s lament that “It was almost like a deployment” certainly pisses me off. Yeah, sure, ice cream is almost like shit.
And the hagiography begins. This election is not going to be about Iraq or the economy or $5 a gallon gas. It’s going to be about John and Cindy, America’s number one true-red-white-and-blue military family, versus those weirdos who went to Harvard and wear sleeveless blouses.
Will the right wing be able to hump the military’s leg all the way to another victory? Only time will tell.
Actually, I love that this nugget about the long-suffering Cindy is in Newsweek. Wait’ll all the military wives and/or husbands here in San Diego and all over this country get a load of this crock of shit. I hope every last one of them is righteously enraged; I mean gob-smacked, seeing red, out-of-their-minds enraged. God, the nerve.
I’m a Navy Brat. Mom was a Navy Wife from the late Forties to the early Sixties. That meant that Dad was making those long Cold War deployments at sea. Sometimes there was no money for a month or two when the allotment checks were screwed up. We communicated via letters that took weeks to go back and forth. Often we didn’t know where Dad’s ship was or when we’d see him next. Throughout all of this, Mom kept the family together and kept our heads up.
For Cindy McCain to drape herself in the mantle of these courageous, incredibly strong women, and that McCain would let her, is clear proof that they’re both tin-eared assholes. In all of her cosseted, drug-addled life she has never had to do anything as tough as stand on the pier with a couple of little kids while Dad’s ship heads out to sea. Cindy McCain is not fit to wash the feet of a Navy Wife.
You KNOW. And bravo for telling the truth!
Every good military organization has a Latin motto. The McCain ‘08 organization should consider adopting: Fatti maschi, parol femina.*
*Loosely translated: “Actions are masculine; “bullshit” is for pussies.”
Every time you think they (the media) can go no lower, they amaze again.
Sure, I can see that. He was off in Washington after running for office on her beer money. She’s just like any wife of a bosun’s mate on a CVN deployed to the Gulf. Of course, it’s a little harder for the average Navy wife to send her corporate jet to pick up her husband for a weekend at one of his homes in the hills near Sedona.
“Wait’ll all the military wives and/or husbands here in San Diego and all over this country get a load of this crock of shit. ”
Well, that will only be true if people become aware that Cindy is Mrs. McC. #2. Does the Newsweek article make that clear?
Not that the 2 marriages is going to be much of a barrier; St Ronnie broke that one. IOKIYAR.
Well of course she was. Why, they were probably separated for days while Johnny was heroically voting against services for the troops and benefits for the veterans.
All I want to know is what kind of artillary is posted on the top of the steps of the Capitol. I’ve never seen Congress-people run a duck and cover or ’serpentine’ into the Capitol. What exactly does that look like? What fucking heroics! What balls!! (Pardon me, ladies).
“It was almost like a deployment,” Cindy told NEWSWEEK. “What I told the kids from the time they were little is that their dad was deployed and serving our country in Washington.”
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By this logic, the wife of every major league baseball player faces the exact same struggles as the spouse of an enlisted man.
Yes, the comparison is self-serving. But what bothered me most after reading this article was that Cindy has been married to McCain for 28 years. During this period, she has had 4 kids and three miscarrages. McCain has been largely absent in the lives of his children, and apparently MIA for the latter. McCain was also MIA when Cindy suffered a stroke, and for most of the recovery. It takes a 50+-something man over 7 years of dedicated humping to whomp out enough homunculi to get the above results with a 20-30 something female–after which McCain’s prostatitis no doubt kicked in. Add to this the fact that McCain feels perfectly justified comparing his wife to a whore and calling her a “cunt” in public (”At least I don’t pack on the make-up like some whore, you cunt!” After Cindy commented on his bald spot.) It appears that for all of Cindy’s laudable extracurricular activities, she is willing to let McCain use her as a sperm receptacle and a punching bag for his verbal abuse. Why? What kind of message are we sending to young women when someone like Cindy, who has the financial means and family support to walk away from a crappy relationship, instead chooses to stay “to keep up appearances” or–my favorite–”for the sake of the children?” I’m beginning to think that the reason Megan is so often photographed with a beer bottle in hand just might not be PR for the family business!