Last Friday, I had this conversation:
He: “McCain is running A Broad!”
Me: “Why is he running abroad? Is this some kind of publicity stunt or… ?”
He: “No, I mean he picked a lady to be his Vice President. Just now!”
Me: “Who?”
He: “McCain!”
Me: “No, I mean who did he pick?”
He: “Sarah Somebody the Governor of Something.”
Me: “Palin? That can’t be right. Are you sure?”
He: “Yeah that was it.”
Me: “Seriously? Wow. Huh. Well, shit.”
He: “I kinda like her.”
After this, I felt as though I needed to step away from the news – all news including the blogs – just for a few days. Mere hours really. Less than 72. Not long at all.
Now, I’ve returned – only to discover a teenager is pregnant, (which happens every day but this is the teenager of Palin, the Conservative Republican candidate for Vice President, which makes it a bigger deal than the other pregnant teenagers of non-conservative moms who aren’t running for Vice President.) Obama is calling the media attention to the whole mess out of bounds. Rob Huddleston has wandered off to Minnesota where Amy Goodman was arrested because we’ve apparently decided to extend the war on terrorism to cover nuns and naysayers – and we’re watching another hurricane while still using words like “over-topping” and “likely” in discussions about the first hurricane and the levees (which is never ever good).
So, either all hell broke loose while I was gone, in which case I should probably never go away again without leaving someone in charge – you know to watch the place OR news happens so fast that one should really make the effort to hear it in small increments so it doesn’t become overwhelming.
And on top it all, I wake up to find Donna Brazile was hit with a doze of pepper spray.
Thinking a sabbatical might do me good as well.
I vote that Palin be known from here on out as “Sarah Somebody the Governor of Something.” That’s classic.