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Here is an integrity test for Republicans.
After criticizing Barack (A Retread You Can Believe In) Obama for gaping shortcomings and missing parts, can you endorse a similarly vulnerable profile because she is on your side?
This is like getting used to a new wife, if you will excuse the gender specificity, a concept in which, according to Divorce Court records, I have compiled significant experience.
It is like a first date where she seems impressive in spots but not overwhelming, and you are unsure whether to ask her out again because she might say yes.
I watched a video of Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin this morning, and the Attractive Young Lady Who Would Be Vice President not only is not Ronald Reagan, she isn’t even B.H.(Have You Noticed I Am Different?) Obama.
At stake, unfortunately, is not if Ms. Palin would be the Prettiest Vice President in history, face down or hands down, but whether she would be a pretty good one.
Should Sarah Call in Sick?
When it comes to diction, articulation and silky rhetoric, the Attractive Young Lady is better seen than heard. Her accent is parochial and is sure to cause titters.
I would definitely bet on her in a debate with Helen Keller, but not if she went against anybody among the living.
When she debates the garrulous blowhard Joe Biden in a few weeks, Diane and I probably will schedule an instant vacation. This could be more onesided than when Any Army in the World goes against rootin’, tootin’ Arab — you will excuse the expression — soldiers in their Laurel and Hardy uniforms.
Democrats, who are virulently opposed to free speech when it contradicts their own narrow thinking, probably will try to pass a law against future vice presidential debates because, at least this early, I suspect there will be blood on the floor, and it won’t be Joe Blowhard’s.
Slender vs. Non-Existent
Now, about paralleling Ms. Palin and Mr. Obama:
At 44 years old, she is younger than Mr. Obama. A problem?
Unlike Mr. Obama, she will admit the truth about her sudden elevation from obscurity. She already acknowledges she owes her promotion of this morning to her gender. The senator, no stranger no gross evasiveness, ascribes his lofty perch to hard work, which is okay because he has a team of loyal staffers looking up the definition.
Both own slender resumes, meaning it does not take long for a fair-minded person to conclude that Ms. Palin boasts of a much longer list of accomplishments and honest leadership experience. Ms. Palin was elected a mayor at 32 and a governor in her early 40s, ages when Mr. Obama was trying to figure out what a community organizer does all day, and recruiting well-connected friends whom he later would be ashamed of. He would throw Rezko, Wright and others under that well-known bus, which was all right because they were in good company, joined by Mr. Obama’s grandmother, who lingered there until last night when he needed to temporarily restore her Good Person status by dangling her in front of the 84,000 undiscerning worshippers in Denver.
Where Is My Mascara?
In the glow of early morning, Ms. Palin, even accidentally, sounds more substantive than Democrat ladies such as Oprah, who told a reporter last night, “I cried my eyelashes off.”
Married most of her life, Ms. Palin is a mother of five. They’re all young. Her second son, Trig, just born in April, is a Down Syndrome child. She went back to work a scant three days after Trig was born so you know she can’t be a Democrat because she did not try to gouge the system and capitalize on the Dems’ Maternity Leave for a Decent Period for Darned Near Any Sympathetic Family Member or Fairly Close Friend Act.
She married her high school sweetheart, Todd, by eloping in order to save her parents the wasted costs of an expensive wedding. Now there is a sensible girl I could have married.
She opposes abortion, as good girls do, meaning she figures to put the baton-twirling, gum-chewing, pastry-tasting Obama anti-lifers in their place.
She chuckles at the antics of the hysterical global warmies. Those philosophers from the left fringe may not be surprised to learn that Ms. Palin, along with omost normal American thinkers, staunchly believes we should be drilling for oil in a corner of the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge.
Speaking as a hometown girl, the Governor of Alaska, she has spent her summer trying to convince John McCain of the wisdom of this logic. So far, though, he ain’t budging.
