Not Rated for a Full Flap Spin
After McCain's people watched the show last night from Mile High Stadium, they did the closest thing to forfeiting the election. If only such a mercifully quick end to this 18 month nightmare could take place. Instead we must endure the charade of the RNC parading this ex-mayor of a rural town of nine thousand misfits as fit to be a heartbeat from leader of the free world. They will pretend she is a great choice and a handful of people will believe it. These would be the same ones who think America Does Got Talent as displayed on the Jerry Springer train wreck NBC bookended coverage of the DNC with. You have to congratulate Obama's people who built a little White House back porch for him to come out from and chat with us, then go back in with all the kids, wife and Joe and Jill. Like the election is just a formality to validate what we all know can and must happen. The subliminal effect was masterfully crafted but missed by everyone I heard on MSNBC who could not see past the classic greco-roman motif.
If the McCain-ers try to pass off this woman as comparable to Dan Quayle, and just as worthy of serious respect as he was, it will only prove we have stepped completely through the looking glass and into a twisted parallel universe of fun-house mirror distortion. You watch, it won't take them 48 hours to draw the comparison like it's a good thing. The scariest thing about that tack is that Bush-Quayle did actually win. Or were they just secretly testing their electronic vote rigging before anybody had even thought it were possible? We will never know, and we must be very afraid because electronic manipulation of computer voting is the only method by which Barack would appear to lose against this cartoon team of Yosemite Sam and Betty Boop.
What must happen instead is that this woman I cannot even bring myself to characterize as earnest go down in history alongside William Miller. He was the Congressman tapped to run with Barry Goldwater. They join a string of unknowns who are unwittingly strapped into the copilot seat of the doomed test plane that has water in its fuel, bird nests in its intakes, rust on its control cables and a narcissistic psychopath for a captain. Maybe the fifth crash in McCain's logbook will finally silence him forever.
