Rule No. 1 for Being Taken Seriously: Don't post pictures of yourself on the Internet that are not safe for work (NSFW).

Rule No. 2 for Being Taken Seriously: Don't whine and cry when people criticize you for posting NSFW photos.

Meghan McCain doesn't know either one of these rules. But then, Meghan McCain doesn't know much of anything.

McCain is obviously not the brightest bulb in the chandelier. This is a woman who, while appearing on Bill Maher's show, explained that she knew nothing about Ronald Reagan because "I wasn't born yet." (Paul Begala, no intellectual titan himself, quickly responded that though he hadn't been around during the French Revolution, he knew something about it.) She thinks she's being deep when she states, "I am a woman who despises labels and boxes and stereotypes." We in the real world call that a cop-out.

Somehow, The Daily Beast has seen fit to give her a column -- apparently in an attempt to test the scientific aphorism that a monkey with a typewriter can produce Shakespeare if given enough time. She has used that column to talk about how hip she is: She is pro-gay marriage, she has a tattoo, and she loves punk rock.

She has made a career by using her father's name to heighten her profile. She has also used her fat to heighten her profile: She famously started a flame-war with talk show host Laura Ingraham when Ingraham called her a "plus-sized model." McCain, who somehow parlayed that comment into a slot on "The View," responded by telling Ingraham to "kiss my fat ass."

In short, she's the Republican Roseanne, with slightly less charm.

So why should anyone care about Meghan McCain? Continued...