For the life of me, I cannot remember the name of the general who was nominated to be VP who turned out to be an inarticulate boob in front of the cameras. He was politely shuffled off the podium and took down his sponsor's candidacy. Was it Eagleberger? I can sort of see his face and uniform but his name... ah.
Well nobody can forget Sarah Palin's name, because we're a tough crowd. A sometimes bloodthirsty crowd that doesn't mind going for the jugular, or the jugular of the daughter, or the baby. And so tonight in the debate between Joe Biden, who really cannot shutup, and Sarah Palin who hasn't said one thing of import or note since her nomination is sending shivers up my spine. It's likely to be a cringe-fest of infinite dimensions. And in the end, I think there can only be one winner, Joe Biden.
Palin can only win by talking common sense and being herself. Except that we are in the midst of a complex finanical crisis that cannot be explained through analogies. There's nothing homespun about this - and the next person who says "Main Street" I am going to crucify. Furthermore, time's up for the common sense and appeal - that moment was completely lost on Katie Couric, or so I've been told. Palin has not become America's sweetheart and time's up for being cool. It's time for the throwdown. Let me put it another way. Palin can only win if she steps inside of the sense of time of the city slicker like the yokel in that famous poetic battle.
It's going to be insider vs outsider, and I am prepared for the worst.
Why, because Palin has been gagged and bound and second-guessed. She has surprised no-one and turned out to be exactly what her supporters expected, meaning nothing more and nothing less. Most disappointingly she hasn't been able to come out swinging like she should have - I see no grit and determination here. We can't handle the truth, and we are not prepared for Palin to bring it like Colonel Jessup. She will have to bitchslap Biden around, and Biden will simply sit up there and issue smug smiling effusive erudite turds of diplospeak. I see it all now. Ewww.
On days like this I wish I had spent all of my excess mental energy studying how to make money on Wall Street... then again, I'd still be at the mercy of clods like these.
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