Well, I'm relieved that the post-convention bounce has disappeared. The wheels are coming off the McCain/Palin bus and while I'm not quite ready to do a Riverdance on their graves (since, after the 2004 election I never underestimate the stupidity of Americans), I am managing a restrained Peppermint Twist.
If you read the Palin profile in this past Sunday's NY Times (the Times apparently doing the vetting that the McCain campaign didn't do) you get further evidence that Palin is nothing but a vengeful and petty Northern Exposure Boss Tweed.
Wonder if McCain is now wishing he had done the truly maverick thing and tapped Joe Lieberman (not that that would have helped him)? Unless, as I've posited privately to friends, Palin is being cast as the Harriet Miers character, who will implode under the scrutiny of her abuses of power, cronyism, and secretiveness (sound like any President we know, hmmm?), so McCain can bring Joe L in at the eleventh hour?
Actually, since it's now well established that the McCain/Palin campaign is now just a bunch of desperate liars (well, with the exception of maybe Carly Fiorina, and look where that's gotten her), perhaps I should get out my red patent leather high heeled Mary Janes and get ready to do that dance on their graves.
PS. Three cheers to Hillary Clinton for backing out of a UN appearance after she found out Palin was going to be there. Hillary, better than anyone, knows that if one photo of her appears standing next to the radioactive Palin, it will, somewhere down the road, come back to bite her in the ass.
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