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You're waxin' fast here Gary. And I think you're missing the point. The lipstick and booties are the frosting on the cake. The filling is Mr. Dobson--the first person the new couple met to receive his blessing.
If she's the dominatrix, he's the slavemaster, the prophet in his tower, the Saint of the New Order, the Protector of All that is Decent and Moral. (If you're gonna go for it, go for it.)
At this point, Palin's best enemy is herself if she blows. The boys in Analville are doing everything they can to prevent that. Nobody knows whether she's a quick study or not. It's a long way from Alaska to Washington, almost as long as Hawaii, but we mostly have an untried and untested new she-wolf on the reservation and she's been given permission to hunt.
That's the biggest story to come out of the conventions. Who does Palin have to convince who aren't already--on either side of the land mass? It's too easy to fall into glib attacks. There may actually still be genuine ambivalence. The greatest cultural referendum since the 60's and America still doesn't know who or what it is!
The frustration is getting hard to take, I admit it. Where are all those so-called "liberal" assholes who walked away from America in the 60's and have hardly been heard from since?
I have little argument with the Republican base. It is a done deal. I'm concerned about my own kind. The ones who held their anti-war sign a few days and then walked away in disgust. Can their children carry this election alone? Can those teachers and grandsons who stayed loyal to the labor movement do it alone?
Who is a friend and who is a foe will have to be re-defined for this one. What if "we" stopped preaching to the choir and found out who else is out there--and whether or not they finally want to get off their high horse before it's too late.
