The art of not-doing.

What’s the difference between a pit bull and a hockey mom?

When pit bulls can’t control themselves, we are allowed to euthanize them.

Watch Palin’s recent interview with Couric.

My first reaction, besides wincing, was, “Wow, that looks like… someone’s mom trying to perform as a politician on the national scene.”

And then I realized that reaction shouldn’t surprise me at all.  Because that’s all she is.  Hell, that’s all she’s billed herself as: the mom of quite a lot of someones.  And soon, she’s be someone’s grandma.

I don’t know about you, but I only like my hot grandmas when they are in comedy films about virgins.

Enough jabs on Palin. (Oh, who am I kidding: there can never been enough jabs on Palin!! But I still have to move on to the rest of the post.)

I have been watching the pathetic drama on the McCain Campaign front the past few days, and they are really tiring themselves out with all this crazy campaign suspension and flying to Washington stuff!  Whew!  I wouldn’t have thought they had any need to panic like they are.  I thought the so called “Palin/McCain” ticket was riding high.

Oh, sure, Couric ripping Palin a new one might not change some die-hards who think having someone “real” in the campaign is just the cat’s pajamas (read: all those fundie God ‘n’ Guns freaks.)

But I’m hoping some people who are trying to make an informed decision will see that Palin lacks just that: information.

Now, on to the other side.  I tend to agree with Slate that Obama performance lately has been “gutless and vapid,” but it seems all of a sudden like there is some sense to his lack of movement in the face of the pathetic flutterings of Grandma and Grandpa.

I am not saying, mind you, that this was the strategy.  I really don’t give the Obama campaign advisors that much credit.  I think it is mostly turning out to be a happy accident.

But Obama might do well to keep on with with his zen-like “not-doing” for another week, and then hammer it home in October with some great events, and bring back a couple of great speeches he’s known for.  Let the other side’s last swings finish, and then one knock out punch to win.

(Oh, uhm, also, Pit Bulls are adorable and don’t frighten me deeply. And most importantly, you can spay them.)

 

Petty.

I know she’s not even married yet – she’s not even legal voting age yet – but I really can’t wait until Bristol Palin’s messy divorce. Which will probably involve some scandal which her mother will try to cover up. And then her impending single motherhood.

There, I said it.

Yes, I am petty.  I’m also not pregnant.

Thank you.

 

Hanging in the balance.

I found these on one of the PUMA-associated websites. Slate also ran an interesting article about Clinton supporters who are planning to sit this one out or vote for John McCain. This story has been kicking around for quite some time now, but I find very little discussion about the worst legacy of a McCain administration; The Supreme Court.

Listen up PUMAs; there are 9 Supreme Court Justices and they break down like this:

Crazy Right Wing

John “Big Chief” Roberts: Age 53

Sam “Scalito” Alito:  Age 58

Clarance “I Don’t Like Black People. At All.” Thomas: Age 60

Antonin “Big Tony” Scalia: Age 72

Middle Of The Pack

John Paul “George & Ringo” Stevens: Age 88

David “Hackett-Jacket” Souter: Age 68

Anthony “Little Tony” Kennedy: Age 72

Crazy-Out-Of-Touch-Elitist-Tax-And-Spend-I-Hate-America Liberals

Steven “Tyler” Breyer: Age 70

Ruth “Who’s Bader Than Me?” Ginsberg: Age 75

OK, for those of you who still think voting for McCain is a good idea, let me simplify. All the young dudes are on the right. The old people are all in the middle or the left. Look at Kennedy. That poor bastard’s been cheating death just to see a president elected who can read something more complicated than “My Pet Goat.”

This means campaign finance, environment, civil rights, government wiretapping, war powers, detainees, gay rights, gun control, all of it can get blown up if the court decides to take the case.

The Democratic congress will roll over for McCain. They will confirm his appointees. You are delusional if you think otherwise.

If you’re a woman and thinking about voting for McCain you are, in effect, saying “Please John McCain, this is my uterus, and I want you to tell me what to do with it.” 

If that’s what you’re really after, knock yourself out. It doesn’t matter to me because if Grampa gets elected, I’m getting a vasectomy.

 

Bring me some cattle.

Oh jolly days of wishy washy pundits! I know this is all old news for most of you, but this is the first primary I’ve actually followed and had minor salivation over, so pardon my naivety.

A few days ago, all anyone could talk about was Obama’s “momentum”; closing the gaps in recent polls, Hillary being on her last stand, or legs, or something upright.

Now they’ve apparently switched teams (again), joining Hillary and saying voters are “taking a closer look” at Barack. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard the term “free ride” thrown around. We’re all agreeing now that he’s all hat and no cattle.

Okay, saddle up. Let’s go cattle hunting. I’m going to try to spend my (limited) free-time over the next week or so and try to get elbow deep in policy, not only for Barack, but for all three who are still White House hopefuls.

I did a quick search trying to find out about John McCain’s ideas healthcare. The only thing close to actual policy I could find was that he wants to raise cigarette taxes. Hmmm. ‘Kay.

TeemKuntz, are you ready for a roundup? (Should I stop with the cattle analogy now?)

Oh, and can anyone get me a finer point on the origin of said phrase than just “Texas”?