Saturday, August 30, 2008

The "Real" John McCain

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.

For nearly 30 years, Carol has maintained a dignified silence about the accident, McCain and their divorce. But last week at the bungalow where she now lives at Virginia Beach, a faded seaside resort 200 miles south of Washington, she told The Mail on Sunday how McCain divorced her in 1980 and married Cindy, 18 years his junior and the heir to an Arizona brewing fortune, just one month later.

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. He first met Carol in the Fifties while he was at the US Naval Academy in Annapolis. He was a privileged, but rebellious scion of one of America’s most distinguished military dynasties – his father and grandfather were both admirals.

But setting out to have a good time, the young McCain hung out with a group of young officers who called themselves the ‘Bad Bunch’. His primary interest was women and his conquests ranged from a knife-wielding floozy nicknamed ‘Marie, the Flame of Florida’ to a tobacco heiress.

How it began: Carol fell into his fast-living world by accident. She escaped a poor upbringing in Philadelphia to become a successful model, married an Annapolis classmate of McCain’s and had two children – Douglas and Andrew – before renewing what one acquaintance calls ‘an old flirtation’ with McCain. It seems clear she was bowled over by McCain’s attention at a time when he was becoming bored with his playboy lifestyle. ‘He was 28 and ready to settle down and he loved Carol’s children,’ recalled another Annapolis graduate, Robert Timberg, who wrote The Nightingale’s Song, a bestselling biography of McCain and four other graduates of the academy.

The couple married and McCain adopted Carol’s sons. Their daughter, Sidney, was born a year later, but domesticity was clearly beginning to bore McCain – the couple were regarded as ‘fixtures on the party circuit’ before McCain requested combat duty in Vietnam at the end of 1966.

He was assigned as a bomber pilot on an aircraft carrier in the Gulf of Tonkin. What follows is the stuff of the McCain legend. He was shot down over Hanoi in October 1967 on his 23rd mission over North Vietnam and was badly beaten by an angry mob when he was pulled, half-drowned from a lake. Over the next five-and-a-half years in the notorious Hoa Loa Prison he was regularly tortured and mistreated.

The accident: It was in 1969 that Carol went to spend the Christmas holiday – her third without McCain – at her parents’ home. After dinner, she left to drop off some presents at a friend’s house. It wasn’t until some hours later that she was discovered, alone and in terrible pain, next to the wreckage of her car. She had been hurled through the windscreen.

After her first series of life-saving operations, Carol was told she may never walk again, but when doctors said they would try to get word to McCain about her injuries, she refused, insisting: ‘He’s got enough problems, I don’t want to tell him.’ H. Ross Perot, a billionaire Texas businessman, future presidential candidate and advocate of prisoners of war, paid for her medical care.

McCain returns: When McCain – his hair turned prematurely white and his body reduced to little more than a skeleton – was released in March 1973, he told reporters he was overjoyed to see Carol again. But friends say privately he was ‘appalled’ by the change in her appearance. At first, though, he was kind, assuring her: ‘I don’t look so good myself. It’s fine.’

He bought her a bungalow near the sea in Florida and another former PoW helped him to build a railing so she could pull herself over the dunes to the water. ‘I thought, of course, we would live happily ever after,’ says Carol. But as a war hero, McCain was moving in ever-more elevated circles.

Through Ross Perot, he met Ronald Reagan, then Governor of California. A sympathetic Nancy Reagan took Carol under her wing. But already the McCains’
marriage had begun to fray. ‘John started carousing and running around with
women,’ said Robert Timberg.

McCain has acknowledged that he had girlfriends during this time, without going into details. Some friends blame his dissatisfaction with Carol, but others give some credence to her theory of a mid-life crisis. He was also fiercely ambitious, but it was clear he would never become an admiral like his illustrious father and grandfather and his thoughts were turning to politics.

Meeting Cindy: In 1979 – while still married to Carol – he met Cindy at a cocktail party in Hawaii. Over the next six months he pursued her, flying around the country to see her. Then he began to push to end his marriage.

Carol and her children were devastated. ‘It was a complete surprise,’ says Nancy Reynolds, a former Reagan aide. ‘They never displayed any difficulties between themselves. I know the Reagans were quite shocked because they loved and respected both Carol and John.’

Another friend added: ‘Carol didn’t fight him. She felt her infirmity made her an impediment to him. She justified his actions because of all he had gone through. She used to say, “He just wants to make up for lost time.”’ Indeed, to many in their circle the saddest part of the break-up was Carol’s decision to resign herself to losing a man she says she still adores.

Friends confirm she has remained friends with McCain and backed him in all his campaigns. ‘He was very generous to her in the divorce but of course he could afford to be, since he was marrying Cindy,’ one observed.

McCain transferred the Florida beach house to Carol and gave her the right to live in their jointly-owned townhouse in the Washington suburb of Alexandria. He also agreed to pay her alimony and child support. A former neighbour says she subsequently sold up in Florida and Washington and moved in 2003 to Virginia Beach. He said: ‘My impression was that she found the new place easier to manage as she still has some difficulties walking.’

Meanwhile McCain moved to Arizona with his new bride immediately after their 1980 marriage. There, his new father-in-law gave him a job and introduced him to local businessmen and political powerbrokers who would smooth his passage to Washington via the House of Representatives and Senate.

And yet despite his popularity as a politician, there are those who won’t forget his treatment of his first wife.

Ted Sampley, who fought with US Special Forces in Vietnam and is now a leading campaigner for veterans’ rights, said: ‘I have been following John McCain’s career for nearly 20 years. I know him personally. There is something wrong with this guy and let me tell you what it is – deceit. When he came home and saw that Carol was not the beauty he left behind, he started running around on her almost right away. Everybody around him knew it. Eventually he met Cindy and she was young and beautiful and very wealthy. At that point McCain just dumped Carol for something he thought was better. This is a guy who makes such a big deal about his character. He has no character. He is a fake. If there was any character in that first marriage, it all belonged to Carol.’

One old friend of the McCains said: ‘Carol always insists she is not bitter, but I think that’s a defence mechanism. She also feels deeply in his debt because in return for her agreement to a divorce, he promised to pay for her medical care for the rest of her life.’

Carol remained resolutely loyal as McCain’s political star rose. She says she agreed to talk to The Mail on Sunday only because she wanted to publicise her support for the man who abandoned her.

Indeed, the old Mercedes that she uses to run errands displays both a disabled badge and a sticker encouraging people to vote for her ex-husband. ‘He’s a good guy,’ she assured us. ‘We are still good friends. He is the best man for president.’

But Ross Perot, who paid her medical bills all those years ago, now believes that both Carol McCain and the American people have been taken in by a man who is unusually slick and cruel – even by the standards of modern politics. ‘McCain is the classic opportunist. He’s always reaching for attention and glory,’ he said. ‘After he came home, Carol walked with a limp. So he threw her over for a poster girl with big money from Arizona. And the rest is history.’

The Mail Online - U.K.
By Sharon Churcher
June 8, 2008

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

¡Hola!

I've been wanting to learn conversational spanish for the longest time but can't figure out how to go about doing it. Language CDs cost a pretty penny & I'm just not motivated like that so that wasn't going to work. I can take spanish classes in school but those classes begin late September when the rest of the school is back in session - which is fine - but they also go to school when we have our fall break & if you miss a class they drop you from the course like a hot potato. They take themselves waaay too seriously over there so I'd rather not mix it up with them.

So anyways, I was talking to my friend who's from south america & mentioned it in passing about my futile quest to learn spanish. Her response: "What?! I can teach you!" Turns out she's been a spanish tutor for folks at her church so she was more than happy to make me one of her students. For free! Wasn't that nice of her? Sí.

No big plans for this Labor Day weekend. Just sleeping. Zzzz. That and going out to watch a broadway play over the weekend with some friends. Then more Zzzz.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Joe Biden

Talk about anti-climatic. Here I am waiting to get an sms from Obama himself on Saturday morning and then at 12:45am CNN confirms that Joe Biden will be Obama's V.P. pick. Sheesh. So much for signing up to receive this info first hand. But in all honesty, by 6pm last night, practically everyone was sure Joe Biden would be the pick so it's not like I was devastated by the breaking news. Now what do I think of him as a V.P.? He definitely doesn't represent change. A six term Senator has a long legislative record for Republicans to swift boat. And he's pushing 65 so he's no spring chicken. But at least he has experience & balances the Obama ticket that way. Obama/Biden '08!

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Junkie in the Making

I have developed insomnia! What's odd is that this started when school started back up & it's lasted from Sun-today. On Saturday night, I slept like a baby. Coincidentally, this is the only day when I didn't open a school book. I'm no sleep doctor or anything but there seems to be a correlation between my insomnia and my books. So I've resorted to chugging Nyquil. You can only take so many days of 2-3 hours of sleep before you feel like a zombie. How I miss the summer days when I used to drink gallons of coffee at the office but was out like a light by 11pm.

Seems like African Americans who are about something are dropping off the face of the earth. Last week Bernie Mac died, yesterday LeRoi Moore of the Dave Matthews Band died, and today Stephanie Tubbs Jones died after suffering a brain aneurysm. She's was the U.S. representative for Ohio and I got to meet her when Hillary Clinton campaigned in town earlier this year (that's the picture I took of her). C'est la vie.

Monday, August 18, 2008

Cars

With all the problems I've been experiencing with my "trusty" car, I can't help but look around at what everyone else is driving. Up to last year, I could've named 85% of the cars on sight. Now, I can't tell anymore just by looking at a car's body what make and/or model it is. Yesterday, I saw a 2-door nissan altima. How about that? It looks very similar to its infinity G coupe counterpart. Very nice but not my cup of tea. Hondas also seem to have been revamped. The only new look I like is the CRV.

When I worked at the firm 2 summers ago, I thought it funny that all the young associates were driving cars nearly as old as mine even though they were making a gazillion dollars. That's what student loans will do for ya. But while working for the govn this summer, we got to talk to some new attorneys who were driving brand new Lexus'/BMWs. I guess it all depends on where your priorities lie.

So when my car takes its last gasp of breath (which is the only way I'm getting rid of it), I'll probably go for a car that gets in the neighborhood of 55 miles/gallon. Doesn't matter if it's electric, hybrid, hydrogen powered, windmill driven, or whatever. Those car payments will have to get off-set in some type of way.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Third & final year of school begins tomorrow. I've been on page 3 of 21 of Secured Transactions homework for the past hour and still don't know what's going on. It's good to be back.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Nothingness

I'm a football season ticket holder this year. I picked up my prized tickets today. The big money ticket is for the Michigan-Ohio State game that'll be played on Nov 22. It's a circus around here on the weekend of that game and one can sell a single ticket for hundreds of dollars. But it would be a travesty if I graduated without having experienced first hand the chaos that is this game so I'll probably not be selling my ticket.

So my summer job ended about a week ago with lots of fanfare. Absolutely loved the office and the people. For some unknown reason, when I gave my 2 week notice, I asked my supervisor if they hire interns for the fall. So he said if I was interested, to get back to him with my availability and he'd see what they could do. They require about 15 hours a week which is alot. But I nudged & fudged my schedule till I was able to come up with 2 open days and told him so before I left. Now this meant that I had to drop a few classes that I really wanted to take just to make this work schedule workable. I always get myself in such situations & then wonder how I'll get out of them. To cut a very long story short, I sent my ex-supv an email telling him I no longer wanted to return. I know - very unprofessional. But guess what? He responded and told me he was sorry I couldn't make it back for the fall and that if I wanted to come back for the winter semester, to follow up with him sometime in December! Wasn't that nice of him? Told you these people were awesome.

I'm awash in olympics right now. Gymnastics, swimming, tennis, canoeing, indoor volleyball, white water rafting, etc. I watch practically every sport - except polo, softball, baseball, beach volleyball, and boxing - into the wee hours of the morning. The only moment I didn't appreciate was when one of the U.S. women's gymnastics coach started blaming their loss to China on the officials and the age of the chinese women. Unless I was watching something different, the only reason why the U.S. women lost was because they fell flat on their backs during their routines. So stop whining and blaming everyone else for your own mistakes. If you want a gold medal, stick your landings and then maybe, you'll have a chance against the chinese women. Can't stand the U.S. sense of entitlement. If you can't tell, I'm rooting for China all the way. Faux fireworks, lip synching, smog, human rights violations, and all.

I'm trying to sell my textbooks from last semester and beyond on Amazon. I've sold about 5 books in the last week which is great. Usually I'm happy if I sell a couple so I'm on a roll this time around. The trick is putting them up for sale just when people are fixing to go back to school and hope that new editions are not out.

Saturday, August 09, 2008

R.I.P.



Bernie Mac

Friday, August 08, 2008

8.8.08

Had an interesting day. Fixing to wind down with a 4 hour dose of the opening ceremony of the Olympics. Hooked up my surround sound, popped the popcorn, & I'm ready to go. Neighbors will just have to deal.

Today I took the MPRE which is an ethics exam that all attorneys must pass before they can practice. Was supposed to take it in March but that session was cancelled after a blizzard came through. I thought I knew the rules but every question had 2 answers that were highly plausible. So way I see it, I'll either get everything right or I'll fail the exam with flying colors. What a nightmare.

I bought a $1 scratch-off and won $2 (I never win anything from scratch-offs). And then I parked in one of the garages at school & when I went to exit, the gate just opened without me having to pay. That calls for the purchase of a lotto ticket. Only when consecutive mundane "lucky" things like these happen do I buy lotto tickets. I figure since I'm on a roll, maybe a few million dollars is in the cards. Hasn't quite worked out that way yet but one can dream.

One last thing: my friend, we'll call her "X" moved into my apartment complex a week ago thanks to my rave reviews about them. Now she's my neighbor about 4 doors down. So me & my other friend, we'll call her "Z," were joking about X coming to my place to borrow sugar, asking for a ride to school, sleepovers, and other bothersome things now that we were practically next door neighbors. Turns out we were not too off with our predictions. Got a call from X wanting to come over to visit on Tue. This was at 9pm. Then on Wed night, she called wanting me to go pick up keys from her house & keep them till Fri for her sister because she was going to be out of town till then. Was worried somebody would pick them up from under her mat. Keep in mind her apartment is still empty. Nothing to steal. Moral of this story: I'm done picking up her calls. Don't even care if she comes knocking on my door and its obvious I'm home. It's my duty to educate her on the cardinal rule of neighborhood etiquette: thou shall not disturb your neighbor.

Update: China put on one heck of an olympic show. Outstanding!

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