Robert Stacy McCain is not a fan of his fourth cousin twice-removed (one of those involving a restraining order) Meghan McCain who got all the looks and the money in the family whereas Robert only got a floundering career. Adding insult to economic disparity, Robert Stacy discovered that his BGFF Jamie Kirchick has written some nice things about Megan and now Robert is hurt and bitter because Jamie is his personal gay (by the way, we don’t link to RSM):
Yeah, I know Smitty’s already taken a whack at this particular pinata, but it was the New Republic’s Jamie Kirchick — my favorite gay Jewish writer — who conducted the Out magazine interview, and since she’s kinfolk, I figure I deserve a few whacks of my own.
And, unlike Meghan, Jamie is attractive. This I state as a journalist describing an objective fact since, as a married father of six, my hetero bona fides are beyond reproach. (Ignore that legion of online amateur psychologists shouting "overcompensation!")
Having established that he is totally not a fag because he has kids, so just shut up you bunch of dick-smokers, Robert Stacy goes all Mean Girls on Meghan and proceeds to tell her that gay men only pretend to think she’s fabulous, but deep down they secretly hate her because she’s penis-deficient and is therefore a waste of mascara. Along the way Robert Stacy reveals to us The Mystical Secrets of Teh Ghey:
"Does it sound campy to say I love gay men?" says Meghan in typical fag-hag fashion, since this is the only way she has of getting affection from men.
What Meghan does not fully comprehend is the special contempt that exists within gay male culture for such desperate female hangers-on otherwise known as fish. Very simple questions, Meg:
- If they actually like women, why are they gay?
- What makes you think you are the exception to the rule?
Lesbian culture is more honest. Lesbians don’t hesitate to identify men as the enemy. Some are more tolerant than others, but there is no analog in lesbian culture for the fag hag. You don’t see straight guys "hanging out" with their lesbian friends. The straight guy who walks into a dyke bar is an unwelcome presence, and may be asked to leave.
Women hanging around the gay disco, however, is a very familar phenomenon. And the belief of some women that they have a special friendship with their gay male friends is a myth.
Let me disabuse you ladies of your naivete: A reasonably attractive young gay man has no problem getting with two or three guys a night. And that’s if he’s really picky. (Read And The Band Played On, by Randy Shilts.) So when some lonely, frustrated woman wants to hang around with gay guys because it’s the only male companionship she can get, she is recognized for the truly pathetic loser she is.
Show of hands: Who thinks Meghan McCain has the slightest inkling of the things her gay "friends" say behind her back?
Uh, I’m guessing Jamie Kirchick didn’t raise his hand. In this, as in everything else, Meghan is clueless. And it is her cluelessness, nearly as much as her bitchy desperation, that makes her so unattractive. Look at this:
“Homophobia is the last socially accepted prejudice,” McCain says, repeating it for emphasis.
It’s not true. It’s just a politically correct slogan, dependent on a dubious pseudoscientific term, "homophobia." Grant that there are genuinely intolerant people in the world, in what sense does opposition to a political agenda — and her support for same-sex marriage is the chief topic of the interview — constitute a "phobia," an irrational pathology?
And if homophobia (whatever that means) is so "socially acceptable," then why did Ann Coulter get raked over the coals for calling John Edwards a "faggot"? Coulter was actually making reference to a celebrity imbroglio involving the cast of Grey’s Anatomy, and defended herself: "I would never insult gays by suggesting that they are like John Edwards. That would be mean."
Finally a plea to Jamie to come home where he is loved:
In the end, we can only imagine the ironic thoughts that Kirchick pondered after his interview with Megan. Here he is, denied the right to marry a man. And there is Megan, who has that right — but not a man on earth is interested in marrying her.
What a waste, eh, Jamie?
I don’t know what makes me sadder, that you can’t buy a a bumpersticker that says: If they actually like women, why are they gay? or that Will & Grace was just a big lie.
Someone. Hold me…




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Hoo, Baby!
Can you imagine what kinda babies we’d make?!
C’mon up to Wasilla and I’ll slip you the Johnston Special.
And bring yer Ma! We’ve got some meth cooking in the laundry room. Shit bring gramps along, and we’ll feed him to the fuckin’ polar bears.
–Levi
Lord love a motherfucking duck. ANOTHER kkklueless kkkonfession by a self hating republiKKKan KKKocksucker.
Go fuck yaself, Bob. Yer as useless as as tits on a fucking bull, Mr. “I have six kids so my intimate study of gay male life is all KKKOMPLETELY on the up and up.” Snide, patronizing little control freak bottom. Go back to yer enema cinema and leave us in comparative fucking peace. Motherfucking half wit jerkoff fucktard.
I think R. Stacy McC jerks off to pictures of his cousin every night, and hates himself for doing so, because he really loves Jamie.
What a freak.
Meow!
Wow, saw that picture of blogette and my first thought was, of course, blowjob.
Yeah, so I have crush on her, but that’s only because I’m a real man. A real man, I tell you! Really! Manly!
Also. Her Dad’s a war hero. Can I haz my swag now?
You don’t see straight guys “hanging out” with their lesbian friends.
Yes, yes you do. There were four of our lesbian friends at our wedding. One of them, who’s a seamstress, made my wife’s dress–which was gorgeous.
If his stereotyping of teh gays isn’t proof of homophobia, I don’t know what is. It really makes me sad to think that ignorance of this magnitude is what’s stopping my friends from being able to get married. What a jackass.
Meee-yow. Meghan must be adopted; she just doesn’t have the sheer loserdom to be a McCain. Grandpa Grumpy and Sweetlips Stacy are some of the whinyest sad sacks to be found on the planet. Not that Meghan is a peach, but she comes off a lot better than Snitchy and Bitchy McCain do.
Guess we could put her in a flight simulator to find out. If she can take off and land without incident, we’ll know there is no way on God’s green earth she’s a member of that clan.
Too easy. “The straight guy who walks into a dyke bar is an unwelcome presence, and may be asked to leave.” So sorry you had that happen, Robert. What’s that, you were just looking to borrow the rest room? Sure you were.
Wait, pick me! Pick me. Okay: “Let me disabuse you ladies of your naivete: A reasonably attractive young gay man has no problem getting with two or three guys a night.” One of which might be you, Robert, or else, how the fuck would you know these excellent statistics?
And, finally: “Women hanging around the gay disco, however, is a very familar phenomenon.” — because that’s where you met your wife, wasn’t it, Robert. Not that you were ever at a gay disco (though, how else would you know how *very* familiar things are around there?), heavens forbid — what’s that, you were just looking to borrow the rest room? Of course you were, Robert. Douche. Nozzle.
Actually, I have three really good lesbian friends I used to “hang out” with quite a bit (being married with a kid makes hanging out anywhere quite difficult any more … and I mean “hanging out” in several different ways).
I’ve also been to several lesbian bars. Strangely, pretty much everyone was quite wonderful and the drinks were teh awesome.
I’m with others — dude’s got the hots for his cousin and just feel guilty about it.
Infuckingdeed. LOL.
Jesus H. fucking KKKhrist, read that “floundering career” link. We really are dead on – he’s a motherfucking Nazi KKKween.
Some are more tolerant than others, but there is no analog in lesbian culture for the fag hag.
As a founding member of the International Order of Lesbros, Austin Local 151, I would beg to disagree. I would also note that RSM has officially made himself ineligible for membership no matter how many episodes of The L Word he watches.
You don’t see straight guys “hanging out” with their lesbian friends. The straight guy who walks into a dyke bar is an unwelcome presence, and may be asked to leave.
Only if he’s as colossal a prick as RSM and asks them to make out while he watches, bottle of lotion close at hand. Especially if you don’t buy them a drink first.
Oooooooo. Who’s got his panties in a twist?
Someone should tell Robert Stacy McCain that lesbians don’t hate him because he has a dick, they hate him because he IS a dick.
So he defines “liking” a person as being sexually attracted to him/her? Where does he stand on hate-fucking?
If that’s all he took away from And The Band Played On, he’s got far greater worries than teh hots for his cousin.
Geez, what a bitch.
Howdy,
Longtime reader both here and your old site.
Out of curiosity, what is the reason behind the non-RSM link policy? Godlstein-esque freakout?
Can someone explain why he knows so much about gay men?
Give me a fucking break. Not only does Mr. Thing display some serious homophobia in this piece, he’s got his misogynist streak boldly on display. No straight man would want Meghan McCain? Seriously? Do you see the rack on her? She is not my type at all, but I wouldn’t kick her out of bed (as long as she didn’t talk about Grampy McCain. Ew). Ok, so I’m a bi woman, but still!
I need a shower. I feel really icky right now wallowing in all that filth. It makes me sad/mad that such stupid, sad, idiotic stereotypes still exist. Fucker (that would be the lesser known McCain, who should not be talking about ugly mugs).
Sagra, research, damn it! It’s all for his readers!
Oh my God. That is seriously one of the bitchiest things I have ever read. If I thought McCain had the tiniest shred of self-awareness, I’d suspect it was parody.
Back in my blues playing days, the “dyke bar”(sic) next to our dive had much better beer on tap, so we’d head there between sets. Never felt unwelcome. And it had a men’s room that was cleaner than ours (no wonder?). Now the biker bar a couple of blocks down the street, that place had vibes of “Get out while you can” that were unmistakeable.
McCain writes specifically provocative posts in order to drive up his hit counts in order to get advertising. It’s a particularly obnoxious strain of blogwhoring.
Excellent rundown of all his major points, thingwarbler.
What seriously sick shit to think that any social discourse at all must be predicated on sexual attraction. I’m sorry he has never had the pleasure of talking to anyone about something of common interest without wondering if he’s going to be found attractive enough to get a little action.
And, the idiot thinks having six children makes his “hetero bona fides beyond reproach.” Must be nice for his children to know that they were spawned as beards for daddy’s little problem.
And now how does Mr. Het plan to support those six children, now that he’s flounced his petticoats away from the Washington Times? His former co-author, Lynn Vincent, is going to write (if that’s the word) $arah Palin’s new book. So what has Stacy got to sell, his ever-so-at-a-distance expertise on gay men??
Thanks for that. I can see why you wouldn’t want to play into his hands.
Lay off! Few prominent pundits spend more time pondering gay sex. Morning, noon and night. Breakfast, lunch and dinner. A lot. Like all the time. Robert Stacy Bedford Forest McCain has maintained a longer, harder, sweatier, more rigid opposition to gay sex than any Republican in the past week.
Because TBogg didn’t link to RSM’s site I had to Google his name to find his bloggity-blog-blog. Ick.
That wasn’t the worst of it. The Google search turned up a few photos of this dad of six including one of him in a Speedo, making come hither eyes at the photographer. Yes, really.
I wouldn’t be flaunting my hetero bona fides with a photo like that floating around on the internets.
Oh, and thanks TBogg. There is not enough brain bleach in the word to get that image out of my head.
Maybe we could introduce Robert Stacy McC to Ted Haggart? They could both whip out their family photos, or something.
Lebros? I’m stealing that every chance I get.
If I just saw the same Speedo photo, it’s quite telling on a number of fronts. He’s in the shallow section of a pool, with the number “3″ featured prominently next to his package. Explains everything.
Gregor Samsa woke up one morning next to Jamie Kirchick.
Gregor thought to himself, “Only one thing could be better than this.”
And, unlike Meghan, Jamie is attractive.
I googled him and no, he isn’t; she’s far more attractive than he is. He does look like he’s more prepared for winter, though, what with all the nuts he’s stored in his cheeks. Both are better looking than Stace, who looks like the ugly offspring of Pat Boone and Sean Penn after a lifetime of using bacon grease as facial sunscreen and coffee as toothpaste.
The only thing preventing me from declaring my love for Meghan McCain (even though I’m a straight male) is that I’m already happily married, I’m nearly twice her age, and I know stuff about the French Revolution, which I like know she like hates, because she wasn’t even like born then.
Get a load of this RSMcStain shot:
http://home.att.net/~r.s.mccain/dadswim1990-1.jpg
I came here for the dogs, but I stayed for the sweater puppies.
Somebody needs to listen to some Jonathan Richman:
Well I was dancing at a night club one Friday night
And that night club bar was a little uptight
Yeah, I was dancing all alone a little self conscious
When some kids came up and said, “for dancing come with us.”
And soon…
I was dancing in a lesbian bar.
I was dancing in a lesbian bar.
Well I was dancing in the lesbian bar
In the industrial zone.
I was dancing with my friends
And dancing alone.
Well the first bar things were alright
But in this bar, things were Friday night.
In the first bar things were just alright.
This bar things were Friday night.
I was dancing in a lesbian bar.
I was dancing in a lesbian bar.
Well I was dancing in the lesbian bar
Way downtown
I was there to check the scene
And hang around
Well the first bar things were stop and stare
But in this bar things were laissez faire
In the first bar things were stop and stare
In this bar things were lassez faire.
I was dancing in a lesbian bar.
I was dancing in a lesbian bar.
In the first bar folks were drinking sips
But in this bar they could shake their hips,
In the first bar they were drinking sips
In this bar they could shake their hips.
I was dancing in a lesbian bar.
I was dancing in a lesbian bar.
(Guitar)
I was dancing in a lesbian bar.
I was dancing in a lesbian bar.
Well in the first bar, things were okay
But in this bar things were more my way
In the first bar things were just okay
But in this bar things were done my way.
I was dancing in a lesbian bar.
I was dancing in a lesbian bar.
Well in the first bar things were controlled
But in this bar things were Rock and Roll
In the first bar things were so controlled
In this bar things were way way bold.
I was dancing in a lesbian bar.
I was dancing in a lesbian bar.
Gahhh! You sick… filthy… in the future I insist you warn me before you spring a wingnut banana hammock shot on me.
It was a sweet mullet. RSM is nothing more than redneck white supremacist with a reading habit. In a different world, he’d be a mob lawyer or captain of his Christian Identity militia
Someone needs to get that one over to http://www.awkwardboners.com/ pronto.
Please do. I’d long labored over what the male equivalent of fag hag was, given I’ve accumulated enough lesbian friends to not only field a softball team, but actually almost have a second one they can scrimmage.
Side note: I don’t know how it (acquiring lesbians) happened. As I once told the latest les couple of mine to get married, “You people aren’t frigging Pokemon, why must I collect you all?”
That nonsense of pretending no man would find Meghan McCain attractive reminds me of the moronic insults the rightwingers directed at Natalie Maines of the Dixie Chicks. “What a disgusting, fat cow. No man etc, etc.”
Worse than Chunky Reese Witherspoon
The ones tossing the insults are as toned and sleek as Ross Douthat, and all married to super models of course. Why they turn down five women a night who are only as good-looking as Meghan McCain, Natalie Maines or Chunky Reese Witherspoon.
Reality is just a curb they will never stop falling off of.
Robert “Stacy” McCain? Methinks the lady doth protest too much.
God, these people are weird. Why would he even write something so ludicrous? Why would anyone think this is some sort of brilliant riposte?
I can’t even understand why they are dumping on Meghan McCain, who seems at the very least more intelligent and telegenic than Joe the Plumber, for deity’s sake.
Late to the party, but enlighten me: Is Robert one of those “gay success stories” the X-ian “therapists” are always touting as “cured” of teh gay?
Well, nothing like citing a 22-year-old book when making a blanket statement about the current lifestyle and sexual habits of a diverse and dynamic community. Personally, I worry about those young urban professionals in New York after reading Bright Lights, Big City.
Ruthie, Robert Stacy McCain is a long-time Southern Partisan who regularly defends racist and homophobic positions. He was at one time employed in an editorial capacity by the Washington Times, I believe, but since everything I have ever read by or about him makes me sick to my stomach, I have avoided keeping updated on his career status.
In short, he’s a “South Will Rise Again”, pseudo-intellectual douchebag wingnut (douchenut? wingbag?).
does he actually think those kids are his????? you have to fuck, usually repeatedly, in order to make babies, not just talk about it after you’re done giving it to your fellow I’m-a-Republican-and-I’m-SO-Not-Gay!
All I gotaa say is, I’d totally hit that. Maybe I’d prefer the skinnier meghan McCain of a year ago, nut I’d still totally hit that!
What with the conventional wisdom from the rightie blogosphere being that Meghan is presumably too “plus size” to appeal to the higher standards prevailing in their neighborhoods, it seems likely that poor Ross Douthat has Chunky Reese Witherspoon flashbacks whenever he sees pictures of her.
Has anyone else noticed this “our women are better-looking than your women” meme that runs rampant in the wingnutosphere? (Granted, Kirchick is not a woman, but the idea still applies.)
All over Right Blogistan, you can find pictures of Pelosi and H. Clinton caught making weird faces, eyes bulging, lips pursed or whatever, with contrasting images of people like Coulter and Malkin wrapped in furs or clubbing seals in bathing suits or something. (The wingnut women are wearing the bathing suits, not the seals. Usually.)
Are wingnut women so flattered by being called sexy that they totally ignore the implication that it’s only their looks that count? Please tell me it ain’t so.
Typos fixed:
That boldly breaks down the border between stupid and pathetic, firmly setting up camp on both sides.
My initial response to “‘Does it sound campy to say I love gay men?’ says Meghan in typical fag-hag fashion, since this is the only way she has of getting affection from men” was to wonder what color the sky was on Miss Stacy’s planet, but truly, I don’t care. I’ll just be sure to share the laughs, and that scrumptious pic of Meghan, with my lesbian friends.
“Homophobia is the last socially accepted prejudice,”
It’s not true.
RSM is right. It’s also cool to hate on atheists.
you can’t buy a a bumpersticker that says: If they actually like women, why are they gay?
Sure you can.
Oh, I KNEW it! Nowadays, one can buy a catchphrase on a bumper sticker moments after it’s been thought of. Not like when I was a young’un, when one actually had to drive all the way to far, far northern California and buy a TREES OF MYSTERY sign that TIED to one’s front bumper with twine.
“This I state as a journalist describing an objective fact since, as a married father of six, my hetero bona fides are beyond reproach.”
Yep, this guy does the wide-stance tango in airport men’s rooms, alright.
ya know, i am no fan of mccain’s politics.
but i wish someone would conince her to take off her clothes for some publication that specializes in naked ladies, cus she is a peach.