Friday, September 5, 2008

My Mudflats addiction

It's all Palin, all the time. It's like watching a train wreck or opening a quart of Ben and Jerry's ice cream. I know I should stop looking, put it down, walk away. . . but I can't. I'm finally understanding why people watch Jerry Springer. The bizarre details, the contradictions, the lies just keep coming. The "Eskimo" husband? Turns out he's only 1/8th Yu'pik. The patriotic son going into the military? It was that or jail because he'd apparently shoplifted vodka. Her bang up job as a mayor? She screwed things up so badly the city had to hire a manager, which is something they'd never had to have before. Her anti-earmarks posturing? Alaska brings home more pork per person than any other state in the union, and she's lobbied hard to get it. Opposition to the bridge to nowhere? She campaigned for governor on a pledge to get it built.

I'm still convinced McCain wants to lose. It's like he looked at all the candidates being pushed forward for V.P. and said to himself, let's see, who's the least competent of the lot? And then he picked Palin.

I will take comfort in the fact the addiction isn't totally full-blown. I haven't taken the time to read the 60+ page vetting the Democrats did of her back in 2006 (as compared with McCain's 2008 post-it note), and I haven't gone running to Kroger to pick up the National Enquirer . . . but tomorrow is Saturday, so who knows how low I'll sink before the weekend's over.

1 comment:

  1. but they don't care...the republicans think she's the second coming...makes me physically ill..


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