Sarah Palin scares me. Twice. She scares me as a Democrat and she scares me as an American.
The Democrat in me is a little spooked that this brainstorm of McCain’s is so crazy it just might work. She has a compelling story, a spunky* charisma that makes you want to root for her, and she has strong conservative bona fides. And lots of hair. In short, she’s everything McCain is not.
Choosing Sarah Palin was a shameless pander on McCain’s part. A clear signal to anyone who would listen that his is a dangerously flawed candidacy that cannot survive without a shot in the arm. And she just may be the right shot. (They say she has a mean 3-pointer, after all.)
Between the two of them, they are insulated from nearly any criticism – the POW card, the woman card, the infant baby with Down’s, the son heading to Iraq. And she and her husband are sure to make the NASCAR circuit swoon.
On the other hand, Sarah Palin scares me as an American. On the off-chance that they do win, and she does become the Vice President of the United States, she is so underqualified, so unschooled in political thought or maneuvering on a national scale – nevermind the global stage – that she would be a disaster. Her statement a few short months ago that “I wish someone could explain to me just what the VP does” is perfect proof of that.
Take that and put it in the context of the oldest person ever to run for a first term of the presidency – a cancer survivor with unanswered questions about his health. Suddenly the choice to put this 44 year old with 20 months of executive experience – the mother of a special needs 4 month-old – one heartbeat away from the presidency is simply negligent.
On Friday, she stood next to a man who is older than the state she governs and spoke to a crowd larger than the entire town she was presided over as mayor and introduced herself to the world. She did a fine job, getting by on pluck and earnest brow-furrowing – which I suspect is her general MO.
But the last three VPs have taught us something. Dan Quayle made it painfully, comically clear that good intentions and sit-com facial expressions do not constitute vice presidential mettle. Al Gore came along to redefine the role of vice president as ax-to-the-grindstone policy wonk and true executive partner. Then came Dick Cheney, who elevated vice presidential power to unprecedented and dangerous heights.
On the heels of Cheney comes Sarah Palin – Quayle without the chops or the gravitas – and threatens to plunge us back decades. Which, given the Cold War imaginings of her new boss, probably makes her a pretty good running mate after all.
* On a side note: I’m currently taking bets on which male television pundit will first describe her as “spunky,” and what kind of gender card hell will rain down on him when he does…