Wednesday, October 05, 2011

Wednesday Night

I did think the Alaska grifter would grift a little bit longer.

And while I really don't care about any of this crap, to the extent that the great guardians of our political discourse think this stuff matters:

Well, first let me just say that the novel is by no means meant to build a case against Sarah Palin. However, to the extent that the people around [the fictional vice president] Tara watched in this troubled state of confusion, despair and helplessness as she flailed around — that was something I experienced. Palin vacillated between extraordinary highs on the campaign stage — she ignited more enthusiasm than our side had seen at any other point — to debilitating lows. She was often withdrawn, uncommunicative and incapable of performing even the most basic tasks required of her job as McCain's running mate.

The decision to relocate debate prep from the campaign trail, which is where McCain did his prep, to Sedona, was to isolate her and help her overcome the shock of becoming an overnight celebrity. There certainly were discussions — not for long because of the arc the campaign took — but certainly there were discussions about whether, if they were to win, it would be appropriate for her to be sworn in.

Perhaps honorary RNC Chair Kristol and FOUR EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEWS EVERY SUNDAY McCain could be asked about this at some point?
Or maybe, just, you know, ignored forever.