I am not a feminist, particularly.  I don’t mean to say that I don’t support women’s rights, but simply that in a long list of Progressive ideals and issues with which I sympathize, women’s issues don’t tend to get center stage.  And the word “misogynist” is a strong one that I don’t often use.

But I don’t think you need to be particularly sensitive to women’s issues to have begun to have some serious reservations about the tenor of John McCain’s apparent public relationship with women.  From his long-ago episode calling his wife a cunt in front of reporters to his remarkably unfunny rape joke to his current slip-up, offering his wife to compete in a biker stripper contest, a pattern of fairly aggressive attitude towards women seems inescapably present.

Yes, it is perfectly possible to explain away any one of these slip-ups, if you prefer to call them that.  Not everybody is the best joke teller, so perhaps McCain missed some crucial detail that would have made the rape joke, like, waaay funnier.  And everybody has a bad day or goes off half-cocked occasionally, so maybe calling his wife a cunt was one of those uncontained moments that we all regret, just a particularly bad one.  As Rachel Maddow and Keith Olbermann generously hypothesized on Countdown the other day, perhaps the fact that McCain clearly doesn’t read or practice his speeches before he goes on stage got the better of him at the rally.

There are a variety of ways to explain one off-the-cuff moment that will satisfy a majority of people.  Explaining all three in a way that makes sense and doesn’t involve a deep-seated resentment of women is a somewhat more difficult task.  Perhaps the problem is not so much disdain for women as it is disdain for Cindy McCain, but even if it is, spending so much of your life with someone you hate is weird in and of itself.  Also, each of these “bloopers” is in a different context, entirely: one is a joke told in private, one is an outburst of anger and the most recent, a campaign stop laugh line.  To me, that eliminates the “spoken in anger” and the “spoken in jest” arguments.  If you say it in anger and in jest, if you say it in private and in public, you’re not just speaking rhetorically or extemporaneously.  You are speaking truth as you see it.

As for the suggestion that his campaign advisers might have slipped this one in without him knowing, this argument – albeit rhetorical generosity – deserves special attention.  John McCain is a man who has spent his entire life, from birth, in the company of soldiers.  I don’t think I’m disparaging soldiers in any way they might find offensive if I say that such a man does not need to be instructed in the nuances of biker rallies.  I’d say it’s a fair bet that he understands what a “beauty contest” in Sturgis might entail.

As secondary evidence, imagine for a moment that John McCain really didn’t get what the Mrs. Buffalo Chip contest involved: where would the joke be?  It seems clear in the video that the line – whomever it was written by – was intended to be humorous.  The only way that works is if you are left with the image of the next First Lady dancing naked with a pickle down her throat.  Moreover, the joke wouldn’t work if Cindy McCain was actually up for such a thing, since being so inclined would automatically disqualify her as a First Lady in the minds of many people.  So, this isn’t so much an assertion of Cindy McCain’s readiness to flaunt her sexy as it is a public de-pantsing, right out of a high school locker room.

Finally, if McCain’s handlers actually did write the script for him, that’s probably worse than if he wrote it himself.  Because that means that not only is John McCain ready, willing and able to humiliate his wife in public, but that his willingness to do so is enough of a known quotient that other people are willing to jot such a joke down for their boss without fear of reprisal.

No, there simply is no other explanation but that John McCain himself or the McCain campaign intentionally used Cindy McCain as sexy red meat to ingratiate John Sydney with the Sturgis crowd.  I’m sure it’s not the kind of memory Cindy McCain wants to discuss with Prime Minister Merkel over truffle-stuffed scallops, duck confit and Rothschild Estate wine in the event that she becomes First Lady.

The politics of personality are not helpful at all to us as a nation.  When candidates for the presidency chose to delve into the gutter and discuss the personality traits of their opponents rather than dealing with issues, we lose out.  But when a mean streak towards woman this wide comes out in public, I think it rises above simply personality to a legitimate campaign issue.  If it’s fair to expect to know a candidate’s professed religion – if it’s fair that “Values Voters” can pick a president based on where he is on Sunday morning – it’s at least as fair to ask of a candidate who does not support a woman’s right to choose where he comes up with his ideas.

I’m not suggesting that all people who oppose abortion do so out of misogynic resentment of women.  What I am saying is that abortion is the current hot-button issue for which John McCain can check the box as being on the Conservative side of the issue his whole career.  Many people have legitimate moral problems with abortion that bring them to the anti-abortion side of the isle, and those people are to be respected even if I personally disagree with them.  But it’s worth asking if that’s really where John McCain is coming from and what, if he was elected president, his decisions concerning women’s issues would be based on.

Am I alone in finding something highly unsettling about the woman who would be first lady?

There is just something distinctly freakazoidal about that woman, the way she says “I’m not the candidate.”  No one said you wuz the candidate there, Fruit Loop, we’re asking you if you plan to keep the finances of the world’s most powerful man’s arm piece a secret.  You don’t see the relevance?

SFGate turns in a barn-burner opinion piece on the sexless drone of a Republican wife we have for a first lady. Brilliant:

Laura Bush, docile doormat / Behold, the ideal Republican wife: Prim, sexless, nearly useless, lets the men do the real thinkin’. Hot!

For in choosing to be and do almost nothing at all for all these years, Laura has also come to epitomize the compliant, unobtrusive woman, the worst kind of example for modern young women today. This is, of course, why conservative Republicans and fundie Christians love her. They call her “classy.” What they mean is: She knows her place, keeps her mouth shut, possesses exactly zero sexuality, speaks only when spoken to, lets the men do the “real” work, stays so far off in the background she might as well be wallpaper.

Here’s a question for all you Christian Righties who are getting behind John McCain: what’s his wife – who has loaned him beer money and let him fly in the corporate jet – going to be like as a first lady? Who is going to be wearing the pant-suit in that first family?