Old dogs can learn new tricks after all. John McCain fooled us all, again.
This time the old rascal went north to Alaska for his running mate. He got
the whole o-so-savvy commentariat rummaging through the Internet trying to
find out just who is this Sarah Palin. Is that Sarah with
the "H" or without? Pay-lin? How ya spell that? Sweetheart, get me rewrite!
One thing for sure: A McCain administration -- is that the first time I've
used that term? Does that mean it's becoming possible? -- could certainly be
trusted to keep national security secrets. At least to judge by how complete
a surprise his vice presidential pick turned out to be. And how many false
leads he scattered about. Talk about camouflage. Here all these prospective
veeps, properly male, were rehearsing their acceptance speeches in their
minds and now . . . Sarah Who?
After the first shock and delight -- Hey, it's a woman! Hey, an Alaskan! Hey
and best of all, she ain't Mitt Romney! -- there comes the first impression.
And it's good. Good enough to make this eternal optimist forget Geraldine
Ferraro and Spiro T. Agnew, a couple of other surprise vice-presidential
nominees that the Head of the Ticket thought was a good idea at the time.
Uh, oh. Can there be Dan Quayle hidden behind that appealing facade?
But as the scattered pieces of Sarah Palin's biography come together, a
picture begins to form. And it's as attractive as a poster of Beautiful
Scenic Alaska.
Consider: Mother of five. Small-town mayor. Governor. Tough. Outspoken.
Reformer. No friend of the party machine. Approval ratings somewhere in the
low 80s. No, that's not a typo. The 80s.
George W. Bush, eat your heart out. The lady must be doing something right
up there in the frozen north. Lifelong member of the NRA. Married to a
commercial fisherman, who's also some kind of snowmobile champ, she was a
journalist before going straight. In her youth, runner-up for Miss Alaska.
Now strait-laced, old-fashioned Republican but with a wide populist streak.
Civil yet firm. Corruption fighter. She won't even allow lobbyists into her
governor's office on the third floor of Alaska's tiny state capitol at
Juneau.
As for her personal trials and tribulations, aka Scandals now that she's in
the national spotlight, they sound a lot like a capsule picture of The
American Family, 2008, God bless her and hers. Who can't identify? Who
doesn't have a family and all that comes with it?
Family values? Pro-life? The woman doesn't have to say a word to assure
anybody on that score. Just look at that family photo. Was a union member,
too. A reminder that there's a difference between union members and their
bosses.
Every entry in her biographical file appeals. I can feel the call of the
identity politics I've been badmouthing for years.
And those schoolmarm glasses. I think I'm in love. She's probably got
antlers on her living room wall and a gun rack in her pickup truck. Do you
think she does the two-step? Yee-hah!
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