Former Democratic National Committee chairman Terry McAuliffe has entered the 2013 Virginia governor’s race and marked his campaign by running a loving ad showing how important family is.
Well, except that this guy is actually a self-centered tool who puts his family behind his love of parties and fundraisers.
In his 2007 book What A Party, McAuliffe wrote about one instance he left his pregnant wife at the hospital to attend a party for Washington Post reporter Lloyd Grove during the birth of his daughter Sarah:
“We got there a little after noon and spent the whole afternoon in her room. I was trying hard not to appear restless, but I am not one to sit still for long and soon I was going stir-crazy, which drove Dorothy nuts.
‘Isn’t there something you need to do?’ she finally said.
I told her The Washington Post was having a party that evening for Lloyd Grove, who wrote the ‘Reliable Source’ column. ‘Go!’ she said. ‘You’re like a caged animal here. I’ll call you if I need you.’
I went flying out the door and drove to the party. I kept calling Dorothy to make sure she was fine. I made the rounds at the party and ran into Marjorie Williams, who was writing a story on me for Vanity Fair, magazine. She was shocked to see me at the party. ‘Isn’t Dorothy having a baby today?’ she asked.
‘That’s right,’ I said, ‘but she threw me out the room.’
Marjorie just couldn’t understand how I left Dorothy alone.
Such a supportive husband. I can imagine the smiles that will bring to his childrens’ face when he enthralls them with tails of how he partied all night while their mother was in labor.
But…wait! That’s not all.
In another section of his book, McAuliffe writes about stopping to go to a fundraiser on the way home from the hospital with his wife, an aide who was driving his car, and a newborn baby Peter:
Dorothy was starting to well up in the backseat. She was having trouble understanding how I could be taking my wife and newborn baby to a fund-raiser on our way home from the hospital.
We got to the dinner and by then Dorothy was in tears, and I left her with Justin and went inside. Little Peter was sleeping peacefully and Dorothy just sat there and poor Justin didn’t say a word. He was mortified.
I was inside maybe fifteen minutes, said a few nice things about Marty, and hurried back out to the car. I felt bad for Dorothy, but it was a million bucks for the Democratic Party…
Nothing says “Family Man” like leaving your wife, who is recovering from child birth, in the backseat of your car, along with your fresh newborn baby, while you go inside and pimp for money for the Democrats.
Yeah…those Democrats really love their women!