I love Meghan McCain

You heard that right: I love Meghan McCain. I’ve said in the past that she is “the size of a stadium blimp,” claimed I could “roll her fat ass down a hill like a boulder,” and called her a “disgusting pig.” I take none of that back. Yet I still love her. Why? Let me show you why:

That’s right – Meghan McCain is responsible for the biggest spike in traffic In Mala Fide has experienced ever. The last time I got this much traffic was during the Great Game/Social Conservative Debate of August 2009, in which Lawrence Auster was linking to me every other hour. In fact, Meghan’s fat ass is giving me more hits then Auster ever did. And all this because I wrote a snarky but factually accurate piece that mentioned mocked her in a couple of paragraphs. Between this, my elevation as a force for evil on the level of Roissy and Tucker Max, and the incredible fem-tard brouhaha that occurred over at The Spearhead, I’m happier then a junkie in a smack factory.

For those that are curious as to what drove this sudden interest in John McCain’s no-talent daughter, her incredibly talented and fortunately distant cousin Robert Stacy McCain has three great breakdowns, here, here and here. He smartly summarizes the scandal with this:

When Little Miss Overprivileged Victim started whining because of mean comments, throwing a Twitter fit and saying she was “getting the f**k off Twitter,” I doubt she expected her own nasty f**king sh*t to come flying back in her face. But as they say down home, “Payback is a motherf**ker, b*tch.”

Totally agreed, dude. And the fact that I’m racking up hits as a result of her stupidity is an awesome bonus. One porker’s folly is another blogger’s glory.

(Picture of Meghan and her huge cans filched from The Camp of the Saints.)