By ZamboniWe cats sure hope Senator Obama wins the election next month, because we cannot wait to get John McCain and Sarah Palin out of our lives.
Especially Sarah Palin.
Yes, we know that cats named "Zamboni" should probably like someone who calls herself a hockey mom. But we don't.
What fails to charm us? That relentlessly earnest demeanor that we've seen referred to as "warmth," "folksiness," "likability," "perkiness" and "spunk." Her endless mentions of "Joe Six-Pack" and her incessant droppin' of her g's. Her "shout-outs" and "you betchas" and — heaven help us — her winks.
Winks! We heard a caller on National Public Radio this morning say that Palin's winking turned him off voting for McCain for good. "We're not electing a coquette," he said. (Or an infomercial hostess, either.)
Now, we're not trying to be a wet blanket. We cats appreciate an upbeat attitude as much as the next feline. But we hate it when it's forced and faked, which is the case with Palin. And it's so tone-deaf for the country right now. People are hurting. We need intelligence, maturity and judgment in our leaders like we can't remember when.
These are serious times. Sarah Palin is not a serious person.
2 comments:
My new policy is to respond to all McCain/Palin stuff with slang from the same era as they used when they tried that "Say it ain't so, Joe" line.
Twenty-three skidoo! They're the bees knees! The cat's pyjamas!
That John McCain is an old flyboy who keeps sayin' that things are jake, but he can just tell that to Sweeney.
Dear Miz Shoes:
Yer darn tootin'! Thanks for the laugh... we needed one today!
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