Razzle Dazzle Them

The town where I've spent a lot of time (Chicago)gave us the old razzle dazzle to which we never catched wise. The Republicans have created the political version in the form of their VP candidate. Sarah Palin would be OK as a contestant for one of those creepy Mrs. America pageants. They thrive on folksy, eye-batting, "Can I call ya Joe?" hokum. I don't. The fact of the matter is that this woman despite the corn pone howdy-do's has no business being considered as a possible emergency replacement for the President of the United States. I keep thinking of this woman trying to wax cutesy with the face of evil, Vlad "The Impaler" Putin. I thought of how we'd, yet again, be the laughing-stock of the world and how Lorne Michaels would be offering the farm to Tina to return to SNL. Sorry, folks, I'm not laughing.

Have we taken leave of our senses? Have we lost our minds? Perhaps we've been so numbed by eight years of a monosyllabic dolt, a Boeotian of the first order, that anything approaching an IQ of room temperature is a welcomed relief. But let me make this perfectly clear, Sarah Palin is an abderite, a light-weight and nothing more than a distraction. She's a rodeo clown; her role is to divert the attention of the charging media and voter bull away from the embattled and hobbled rider, Mr. Potter himself. And we've fallen for it. We've been discussing nothing about how Methuselah and his lady-in-waiting will tackle the economic mess on Wall Street, universal health care, global warming, energy dependence, international terrorism, you name the issue that's near and dear to your heart.