Not to throw more hate around the internet...but...
I don't like Cindy McCain.
There, I said it.
She's bald. She's weirdly robotic and vacant. She has delusions of Christian grandeur and - the kicker - should be in federal prison for using her probably fake foundation to procure illegal prescription drugs for herself. (see also: the New Yorker profile on her a month or so ago).
I guess I shouldn't feel so bad about hating Cindy.
Apparently, her husband doesn't like her either.
Check this out (quoted from rawstory.com):
Three reporters from Arizona, on the condition of anonymity, also let me in on another incident involving McCain's intemperateness. In his 1992 Senate bid, McCain was joined on the campaign trail by his wife, Cindy, as well as campaign aide Doug Cole and consultant Wes Gullett. At one point, Cindy playfully twirled McCain's hair and said, "You're getting a little thin up there." McCain's face reddened, and he responded, "At least I don't plaster on the makeup like a trollop, you cunt." McCain's excuse was that it had been a long day. If elected president of the United States, McCain would have many long days.
Nice work, Senator McCain.
I didn't realize slutty make-up was an option for male octogenarians. Who knew?