So… Meghan McCain has found herself yet another way to get attention controversy. This time, it’s over a picture she posted on her Twitter account. She said:

my “spontaneous” night in is my Andy Warhol biography and takeout….I’m getting old

And she then posted the following picture:

Predictably, this got a lot of responses. Some people were loving it, some were probably turned on, and some were — GASP!! — offended. This caused poor little Meggie-poo to spout off the following (language warning, of course):

so I took a fun picture not thinking anything about what I was wearing but apparently anything other than a pantsuit I am a slut, this is

why I have been considering deleting my twitter account, what once was fun now just seems like a vessel for harassment

I am going to take some more time to think about it but seriously I was just trying to be funny with the book and that I’m a dork staying in

when I am alone in my apartment, I wear tank tops and sweat pants, I had no idea this makes me a “slut”, I can’t even tell you how hurt I am

ok I am getting the f*ck off twitter, promise not to delete my account until I sleep on it, thank you for the nice words supporters

I do want to apologize to anyone that was offended by my twitpic, I have clearly made a huge mistake and am sorry 2 those that are offended.

I’m sure she thought the world was waiting with bated breath. Will Meghan McCain quit Twitter? Will she keep tweeting? What will she do?? Fortunately, she enlightened us rather quickly and the world was somehow able to keep turning.

I would like to thank my family and friends for their support. This has been an embarrassing experience but also a learning one. I will not

be deleting my twitter account but I will be more careful in the future about my use with the medium.

This has been one of the hardest days of my entire life. I want to thank my amazing friends, I don’t know what I would do without you!

OK, first of all, one of “the hardest days” of her entire life?! You have got to be friggin’ kidding me. If this is the worst problem she’s ever had to face, then girlfriend sure as hell had it easy. Second, did anyone ever think for a second that she would ever quit Twitter? She’s a self-absorbed, air-headed twit. She’s craves the attention and her Twitter page is the only thing that brings her that. She also feels that it somehow makes her more relevant than Michelle Malkin does, because apparently to her, having Twitter followers trumps writing NY Times bestsellers. Meghan McCain has accomplished nothing on her own. Were John McCain not her father, she would literally be a nobody. And every time something “bad” happens to her, she runs to her liberal buddies in the mainstream media to cry about it.

Now, in this particular situation, it’s really not that hard to figure out. Of course the picture doesn’t make Meghan McCain a slut; that is simply ridiculous. It does, however, make her an attention whore. Look, I get her game. That picture is not even the least bit subtle. And from someone who is probably just as big-breasted as Meghan is, I can almost guarantee you that her boobs do not look like that naturally. Just a tank top? I don’t think so. There is quite obviously some push-up action going on underneath that tank top, and let me tell you — no girl just “lounging around” likes to wear a push-up bra for no reason. It’s quite clear what Meghan was trying to do — titillate her fanboys and get some attention in the media. And it worked. I certainly have nothing against it — hello, look at the main picture on my blog. But at least I don’t try to deny it and play all innocent. I know exactly what I’m doing, and so does Meghan. Her pretending that she’s just an innocent little victim in all of this makes me sick. She knew exactly what she was doing.

Meghan, there’s nothing wrong with boobie blogging. You’ve gotta get attention to yourself somehow. But don’t whine and cry when people make fun of you for it or call you names. This is the internet, and people are harsh. Deal with it. No one wants to join you in your pathetic little pity party when you wanted the attention to begin with.