John Sidney McCain III made his first national “executive” decision a few weeks ago. He chose a person who was singularly unqualified to hold even city wide office to be his (and, unfortunately, our) Vice President.
I think that single decision shows us who John Sidney III really is, reveals him more clearly than anything I have seen in this or his many previous failed campaigns.
His choice, as far as I have been able to determine, may have been partially forced upon him by the darker forces of neo-conservative Republican politics. The Roves and the Cheney’s intend to rule from Mordor long after their official tenures are over in Washington. They need their Bushes, their McCains and Palins.
Forced though the choice may have been, McCain made it with a degree of public glee, of arrogance and cynicism that I have never personally witnessed in presidential politics in my tired old life.
A woman, take that “NOW,” a hunter, a moose skinner which neatly covered the 2nd amendment wackos and the taxidermy lobby, and “as pro life as I can be,” which will solidify the support of the abortion clinic snipers and future Olympic bombers.
“If my daughter were raped by her father, I would be a Grandmother, again.” “All the glory goes to God.” You can’t make these people up, genetic dead ends are absolutely necessary to produce this kind of humor.
Sarah apparently believes that if life gives your daughter lemons, it is a Mother’s duty to make lemonade, and then, host a baby shower.
Sarah Palin really doesn’t count in this deal any more than Tom Eagleton in 72 or hapless James Stockdale twenty years later. Poor Admiral Stockdale was an equally cynical choice made by an equally deranged, desperate and nutty candidate: Ross Perot. I guess that some folks are just destined to become amusing footnotes in history, like “Wrong Way Corrigan.”
I’m pretty sure that Palin was not qualified to be the Mayor of Wasilla. The twenty million dollars in long term debt that she left as her legacy (in a town of 5000) is testament to that. She was qualified to be Governor of Alaska because she was owned, right down to her pageant sash, bathing suit and camouflage knickers by big oil.
I have a feeling (don’t ask me why) that Sarah will be gone by the middle of the month and John Sidney McCain III will take three steps back out of the pocket and throw a long “Hail Mary” to Rudy Giuliani who is streaking toward the end zone wearing uncomfortable heels and shabby drag, but, as he will explain, “they hit me at the 9, again at the 11 but I took it in for the score.”
Rudy Guliani may be “the hockey mom and the pit bull with lipstick.” Try and hold that graphic between your ears.
Oh yeah, don’t forget to vote.
Bob Higgins
Worldwide Sawdust
