Sen. John McCain has chosen Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin as his running mate.
Wait… so experience doesn’t matter now? John McCain has hammered the idea over and over again that he’s the only man experienced enough to get the rest of the world off America’s lawn, and then he picks Sarah Palin, a public servant whose total political experience is the two-year gubernatorial reign of frosty Alaska as his running mate? A cynic might suggest that McCain – who has been awkwardly courting the more disaffected Hillblazers since Hillary Clinton lost her bid – chose Palin because he could use her as a stronger selling point to PUMAs. And this cynic is suggesting it’s part of the reason.
True, it’s not as simple as all that. McCain wants to balance his ticket with someone who doesn’t remember the League of Nations. And how better to deflect the full impact of Barack Obama’s historic acceptance speech at Mile High Stadium than with historic news of his own? But based on his continued insistent pandering to a demographic not traditionally receptive to the GOP, his line of thinking can’t be far from this: “Man, those bitches really loved Hillary. If I can get them to vote for me, I bet I can win this thing. What if I ask my painted trollop cunt wife to run with me? Nah, no one will buy that. What if I ask some other trollop? Feminists don’t care about womens issues, they just want to see one of their own in power. They’ll eat this shit up.”
I feel McNasty just skimming the Arizona Senator’s mind. If anyone needs me I’ll be throwing up, or as McCain inaccurately and archaically terms it, “sojourning in the vomitorium.”
