There’s an interesting post at ABC News’ Political Radar blog on how Sarah Palin got the VP job. It contends that McCain really wanted to shake up the ticket, but was dissuaded from picking former Democrat Joe Lieberman. Sarah Palin was an edgy choice who could also appeal to party conservatives:
“ABC’s Jan Crawford Greenburg reports: It wasn’t until Sunday night that John McCain, after meeting with his four top advisers, finally decided he could not tap independent Sen. Joe Lieberman of Connecticut to be his running mate. One adviser, tasked with taking the temperature of the conservative base, had strongly made the case to McCain that it would be a disaster for the party and that the base would revolt. McCain concluded he could not go that route.”
Read the full story here.
What was wrong with Joe Lieberman? Oh no! Is it because he is Jewish? Another thing, John McCain has taken the American people for being totally stupid. Women will vote for her because they wanted Hillary; conservatives will vote for Sarah from Sasketoon because she breeds like a rabbit and shoots moose for pleasure. The gun lobby will love her because she can shoot. Can anyone tell me WTF will Americans accept if they can’t accept someone on POLITICAL issues? No wonder the world laughs at America.
My partner has just walked in. He leered at my comment and said; “Don’t forget, 40% of Americans believe Obama is Muslim.
Checkmate!
She is what the citizens of the good old USA love. Klondike Annie with a mile of religion and whose appalling vocal tones shred the English language. This hokum spouting piece of trailer park trash will be, if McCain is elected, quite literally a moment’s pulse rate from being the president, for Christ’s sake! I can visualize the following scenario. Madam President ‘s minders have accepted an invitation for her to attend a soireé at the Elyseé Palace; along with heads of State of various countries. Incl; QEII, assorted Cardinals, Madame the French President’s wife and a platoon of uncrowned would be Royals of Europe. Including our own Whatshername? The girl from Oz who married a prince? And her husband.
The US Presidential cavalcade, complete with secret service outriders, the racket of overhead gunships, the usual scenario that the Yanks turn on.
The presidential limo soughs to a standstill. Uniformed guards spring to attention. Madam President places a clog on the ground just before sticking her chewing-gum underneath the limo’s rocker-board. Gracelessly she sways, shortsightedly, up the red, red carpet. She is nervous and silent whilst being introduced to Madame Sarkovy who looks killingly fabulous in in a Chanel sheath and wearing a single ruby the size of a ping-pong ball). The American heroine from the Yukon, via the Klondike, inclines her head as she is introduced to President Sarkovy, She grins like a Labrador dog and says. “Hell honey! It’s just great to see yuh. Ain’t this real cool? Gee Your Grace, I love ya drapes!”, she searches briefly in her bag and withdraws some photos. “Do ya have kids ya Grace? Well I’m just here to tell you how great it is to be a mom with five kids.” The unfortunate Frenchman takes one look at the plastic -coated photos, and passes out cold. The French may be a difficult mob, but they do class to perfection.