On Politics

Sometime not to long ago, I posted a prediction that the Presidential election would be won by the candidate with the best haircut. Would that there was a decent set of locks on one of these guys but alas, they are both noticeably lacking in that department. So, instead of harping on that old dog, I'd like to talk a little about something else instead, the disintegration of the stuff that lies under John McCain's hair, his brain.

To be honest, I'm no rampant politico. I neither live, nor breathe for the daily dose of polls and pundits' comments. But neither am I one of the countless majority of Americans who pay politics a mere passing glance if anything at all. Consequently I'm well aware of the grizzled old vet's record and reputation as one unafraid to fly on his own wing (and prayer...). Quite honestly I sort admired the guy at one time. But now, well, now he has clearly unraveled.

During the debate last night it was scary watching his eyes, blinking away at a rate pretty close to 60 bpm (blinks per minute). Don't believe me? Grab a video and count for yourself. Several random samples of my own consistently derived the same results, though I must admit it was pretty hard to keep up the count at that breakneck pace. For some odd reason, it reminded me of the replicants in Blade Runner. Talk about frightening. But wait, there's more...

Strangely enough I think I could almost deal with the possibility that McCain is actually some technological marvel (what really happened while he was in captivity anyway?) What I can't handle is how totally whacked he's been since he decided on Sarah (even funnier than Michael) Palin as his running mate.

Even if they look a bit similar, she's not as pretty, or as funny, or as smart as Tina Fey. And I don't buy the "I'm just a good old gal with a gun and a fucked up family like the rest of you" shtick. But she did offer the old goat an opportunity to show some balls and distinguish himself from the current administration (and even the Republican party as a whole). Sadly, he missed the boat. Instead of touting the All-American as apple pie aspects of his partner, he set her up as the vicious attack dog he didn't have the sack to be on his own. So now her political career at the national level is pretty much hosed (thank goodness!) and he's heading for an ignominious fall in his own candidacy.

Does this make me happy? Of course! Sure there's plenty of time for the tide to turn, but for now I'm reveling in the thought that I'll wake up the Wednesday after Election Day without wondering who won. In these times of uncertainty, can you blame me for wanting at least one night's good sleep?