Some Republicans adore her because they are pranksters at heart and love the consternation of grown-ups. The neâ€™er-do-well son of the old Republican family as president, the idea that you increase government revenue by cutting taxes, the idea that you cut social services and thereby drive the needy into the middle class, the idea that you overthrow a dictator with a show of force and achieve democracy at no cost to yourself â€” one stink bomb after another, and now Governor Palin. . . .
Your broker kept saying, â€œStay with the portfolio, donâ€™t jump ship,â€ and you felt a strong urge to dump the stocks and get into the money market where at least youâ€™re not going to lose your shirt, but you didnâ€™t do it and didnâ€™t do it, and now youâ€™re holding a big bag of brown bananas. Me, too. But at least I know enough not to believe desperate people who are talking trash. Anybody who got whacked last week and still thinks McCain-Palin is going to lead us out of the swamp and not into a war with Iran is beyond persuasion in the English language. Theyâ€™ll need to lose their homes and be out on the street in a cold hard rain before they connect the dots.
To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. "Can I interest you in the chicken?" she asks. "Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it?"
To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.