At a time of war, when our country's economic future looks as uncertain as Iraq paying for its own reconstruction, the country's insulted that John McCain couldn't find someone prettier and more qualified to be his running mate. Yes, he can use Palin's energy and spunk to give him a boost, but Angie has class.
He's after all an old man who's beginning to walk with a shuffle, looks grumpy and often displays a short fuse. But why couldn't he choose Angelina Jolie? She's more sophisticated, and a hell of a lot worldlier and better mother than Palin. And don't get me started on Todd vs Brad. Oh, ok. I won't go there.
But after last night's debate, I could almost hear Tom and Ray from Car Talk tell me how I'd just squandered another perfectly good hour. I felt insulted all over again. Yes, Sarah Palin can cram information and repeat phrases like a parrot, so what? I already knew the message she was going to deliver, which she delivered with the elegance of a six pack and a pizza. Angelina would've been not just elegant, but smooth as a nice aged tequila.
But the job of President (yes, President, if McCain's elected, Palin is only a heart beat away from the job) is much more serious and demand much more sophistication, knowledge and intellect than the ability to apply a ton of makeup, wink at the camera and recite from a script. Oh, Angelina, Where art thou?