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I got a kick out of NYT Columnist, Gail Collins’, put down of McCain’s selection of Sarah Palin in her Op-Ed this morning, Baked Alaska. If old McCain thinks this selection will immediately scoop up a bunch of disenchanted Hillary supporters, he may be in for a surprise. Of course, the MSM will be sure to find such people and interview them, thus making sure the world gets the impression there are tons of these disgruntled people hanging around just waiting for their chance to vote McCain. The MSM’s still in love with the so-called maverick and will quickly (already have) label Palin as yet another lovable maverick. But Collins has some good arguments for why women in general might not be flocking to this new Republican ticket, and her closing line, referring to that famous put-down of Dan Quayle by Lloyd Benson, is a zinger:

Joe Biden may already be practicing his drop-dead line for the vice-presidential debate: “I know Hillary Clinton. Hillary Clinton is a friend of mine, and governor, you’re no Hillary Clinton.”

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OK, back to politics. Charles Pierce has a wild way with words. Here’s his latest (last paragraph) from Eric Alterman’s Altercation:

That story this week about how the war in Iraq has fallen off the general radar is almost incomprehensibly sad, and not merely because it advantages The Saintly Straight-Talkin’ Maverick Dude, which it does. It’s sad because it’s of a piece with the whole effort by the Avignon Presidency to run everything about the response to the 9-11 attacks off the books. Go shopping. You don’t need to know why we’re going to war, and we’re going to lie to you about it anyway. Don’t photograph the coffins. Don’t count the dead. Keep the cost out of the federal budget and off television. If they didn’t need the children of ordinary people to die to get what they want, they might have been able to turn the whole thing into a gated community of the soul. And now, nobody’s paying attention, and nobody’s angry when the people who get paid to pay attention run around yelling about Eliot Spitzer’s banging hookers and the latest blurp from a crotchety old fool like Geraldine Ferraro. Also this week, the Pentagon went out of its way to bury the news that it’s own study has concluded that one of the primary casus belli — the Iraq-al Qaeda connection — was the moonshine that several previous studies said it was. The news dropped with a thud and life went on. The country was told, in a hundred different ways, not to care about this war — or, really, the one in Afghanistan, either — and it has learned the lesson all too well. I don’t know how I’d feel if I were a soldier, or the father of one. But this country is nowhere near as balls-out angry as it ought to be, and none of the contending candidates seem willing or able to become the vehicle of righteous democratic-small-d rage. I don’t want to come together with these people. I want them in irons until they tell me where my country went.


For an excellent discussion of the issues raised by Geraldine Ferraro, see this post by Brian Donohue.

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How un-maverick can you get?

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