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By McCain fille’s own account, she was “fired” from the campaign, because (she writes on page 119) she was perceived by those in charge to be “a curse, a brat, a diva, a monstrous daughter-of.” She pouted, she demanded makeup and hair-styling attention, she had crying fits and tantrums, some lasting hours. When the decision came down to banish her from the Straight Talk Express, her parents did not intercede on her behalf.

Throughout the book, she reminds people that she is the “daughter-of”—including the Secret Service details assigned to protect her family and whose diligent checking of proper campaign credentials antagonized Meghan to no end. Indeed, it was her treatment of the Secret Service that ultimately led to her being fired, and which rankled her arch nemesis, senior advisor Steve Schmidt, whose sole crime, it would appear, was being the only adult in the campaign willing to establish boundaries for McCain and the entourage of “Blogettes” that accompanied her. She describes Schmidt as her “least favorite person on the campaign,” even after he repeatedly protected her various antics from being exposed by the campaign press corps.

And what were those antics? In Dirty Sexy Politics she acknowledges being frequently late and disrespectful of the campaign’s schedule. She concedes to being rude to reporters and campaign volunteers, and even high echelon advisers. She got busted for stealing Mitt Romney campaign signs in New Hampshire. She took pictures of her father’s speechwriter Mark Salter while he was sleeping, after she and her pals had placed cockroaches on his arms and shoulders; she posted the image on her web site, then chides him in her book for “how seriously he can take himself.” She also rebuked him in her Daily Beast column for giving Heilemann and Halperin an interview for their book.

Chapter 17 of Dirty Sexy Politics is devoted to her getting blottoed on beer and whiskey in Nashville and, by her own account, she “was too drunk to remember” what happened and was “crazy hungover” the following day.

Then there was the overdose on Xanax, vividly described in the chapter entitled “My Lohan Moment.” McCain admits to overdosing on the prescription drug on Election Eve, leaving her zombie-like with a blanket over her head on the final leg of the campaign—while everyone else was feverishly focused on getting her father elected President of the United States. She describes her behavior as a bit like “an animal” and admits to not thinking “about anybody but myself.” Her sense of entitlement is astounding. “When would that stop,” she ponders on page 175. “When I grew up?”