The Republican Follies

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry about the Republican Follies—er, convention—this week. First, John McCain announces his pick of Sarah Palin as his running mate. As many have pointed out, she seems to have absolutely no credentials whatsoever to serve as Vice-President or, heaven forbid, President, if McCain should die in his first term, something seventy-two-year old cancer patients can up and do on you without a lot of notice.

This speaks not only to McCain’s bad judgment but to the apparent paucity of qualified Republics who can pass the doctrine tests. If he really wanted to select a woman, and it’s clear why he would, are there no Republican congresswomen with more experience and a long enough record that we might make a reasonable assessment of their skills and abilities? No governors with more than two years experience? How about Condi Rice, was she ever considered? A black woman would seem to trump the Democratic ticket on every count.

Maybe a female director of a federal agency? It’s enough to make you wish Dan Quayle would put on a skirt—make that a pants suit—and start preparing to debate Joe Biden.

And then, thank you Jesus, the Lord has delivered unto us a hurricane verily more mighty than Katrina, a perfect excuse to cancel the first two days of the convention and send Cheney and Bush back to their bunkers. McCain needs to do everything he can to distance himself from the Bush administration, even as he runs on a platform that seems like a backup file for the past eight years. Nothing like an act of God to keep W and The Evil One off the stage.

He may reject the notion that his election would amount to a third term for W, but it’s hard to see anything in his campaign talking points that would differentiate the two. It’s the perfect question for a debate moderator to put to him: Where and how do you differ from W? Be specific. Give examples. Try not to mangle your syntax.

And still, it promises to be a close election. I’m leaning towards crying.