Way back in 1957 — when John McCain was failing in college, the one that he visited today — he and some boys “sailed to Rio de Janeiro aboard a destroyer” in order to destroy Brazil. As John McCain wrote in his 1999 memoir, “My imagination could not have embellished the good time we made of our nine days in port.” That’s because he got laiiiiiiiiid! And then he went back to Brazil later to shtup her again, this Brazilian model. And then he went back yet again for even more sex. Does John McCain still go to Brazil to make this Brazilian gal?
McCain and his Navy buddies were working the port so hard that week that McCain needed to rest. And this is when the endless cycle of boning some Brazilian model began:
Exhausted from his full-throttle social life, McCain nonetheless rallied to attend one last party. On that fateful night, he met a Brazilian model. (Alas, her name is withheld in several retellings.) A few days after the pair met, McCain had to set sail again–but the moment he returned home, he repacked his bag and jumped aboard a military plane back to Rio. They kept up a furious correspondence through the fall.
While McCain’s recounting of their whirlwind courtship is entertaining (“I kissed her to a chorus of rowdy cheers from my shipmates,” he writes) a far more salacious version appears in Robert Timberg’s “John McCain: An American Odyssey.”
During Christmas leave, Timberg writes, McCain traveled back to Brazil for a four-day visit. However, the pair was always accompanied by the wealthy model’s aunt or servant–until the last night of his visit.
McCain went to the model’s house for dinner but found the door unlocked. He let himself in and heard a voice call from the bedroom, “I’ll be right out.” When the model appeared, “she was not, McCain would later say, dressed for dinner,” Timberg wrote.
Ancient legend has it that if you creep into the woods of Brazil on certain muggy summer nights, with a full moon out and Mars and Venus in perfect alignment with the sun, you can hear John McCain softly masturbating in the rainforest canopy. “Take me home, I need to dress for dinner…” he whispers. And then his Hospice nurse finds him and takes him home, because he does not know how he got there.
McCain and the Model [WSJ]