
No, Sarah Palin did not fall silent for long painful seconds and then recite gibberish.
And no, she didn’t say, “Who am I? Why am I here?” like Ross Perot’s James Stockdale.
My head feels like the terrorists have won.
Last Friday, we went to a friend’s house for dinner and the debate. My galpal was quickly driven out of the TV room by McCain’s smarmy opening gambit about Ted Kennedy’s hospitalization. Unable to sit still, she nervously cleaned our friend’s kitchen to a gleam it had not seen in years.
The Republican National Convention may be the place where John McCain officially accepts his party’s nomination. But it’s Sarah Palin’s show.