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What Was John McCain Thinking?

I watched last night's debate between Senator Joe Biden and Governor Sarah Palin. Like most people around the country, I only watched to see if she was going to either fall on her face or make a complete and utter idiot out of herself. While she didn't do the former, she was all over the latter.

Sarah didn't answer a single, solitary question posed to her by moderator Gwen Ifill. Not a one. She pretty much spouted the same erroneous rhetoric from the campaign trail, and it was tired. She must not read the newspaper, watch TV, or have access to a computer because most of her talking points about Barack have already been disproved by the "mainstream media" that she hates so much.

Speaking of Palin's disdain for the media, her clear disrespect of the debate process was obvious to me when she told Ifill that she wouldn't be answering the questions like they wanted her to. In addition, Sarah was quite nasty -- dare I say bitchy -- in the way she spoke to Gwen. When the moderator asked the governor about the day-to-day duties of a vice president -- Sarah had been quoted as saying that she didn't know -- she told Gwen that her former statement had been a lame attempt at a joke just as Gwen's bringing it up had been a lame attempt at a joke because nobody got it. Yikes!

As for Joe Biden, I was taken with his wisdom and charm, and he clearly blew America's Favorite Hockey Mom out of the water with his eloquent delivery of the facts. I also thought that it was refreshing to see him get choked up when talking about his dead wife and daughter. Even though the McCain Machine has tried to paint the Miss Alaska Wanna-Be as some sort of "Everywoman," Biden's heartfelt response connected with the common man in a way Palin's scripted drivel never could.

All of which brings me back to my original thought -- what was John McCain thinking when he asked Sarah Palin to be his running mate? While I'm sure she's a great gal to hunt, fish, and kick it with, I don't want her to be in a position to affect the world. She is clearly out of her league when it comes to any issue of substance, and her scripted responses won't be able to bail her out when it really counts. I think Palin's selection proves that McCain's judgment is seriously flawed.

In my honest opinion, Sarah Palin's presence on the world scene exponentially sets back the women's movement. Her beauty is the only reason people are able to tolerate her, and that's scary because she's just a pretty face with an empty head. What kind of message does that send to our young girls? Basically, it says that as long as you're cute, you're not required to be smart. That's a dangerous sentiment at this time in history.

After all is said and done, the Republicans can be proud of one thing. Sarah Palin has managed to do something that no one else has been able to do in eight years -- make our current president look intelligent. And that's no small feat. Congratulations.

Comments

Pseudo said…
Liked your post on the debate. Dead on.
NursePam said…
If McCain was thinking at all, it was that Americans in general, and women in particular, are stupid themselves. He may be on to something. Remember, this is the era of Reality TV!

And what will the winner of America's Veep win? A big new house in Washington, a large salary, a personal staff, and a chance to make millions after she is done with taking out the trash.

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