It's a time honored tradition going into the final 10 days of the election: the leader in the polls preaches persistence and vigilance while the underdog makes a we're gonna pull this out and win declaration. And, it was really good plan to do this on Meet The Press with Tom Brokaw. However, it might not have been symbolically good for Senator McCain to make this announcement of future victory in an Iowa town named WATERLOO.
This week WXYZ-TV in Detroit celebrated its 60th anniversary by having Bill Bonds and John Kelley anchor the 7pm newscast. Marylin Turner did the weather and only Al Ackerman was missing from the classic Action News line-up. If you want, watch the whole broadcast. It's sentimental and amusing at the same time. They have a lovely disregard for embarrassment. Watch for Bill's burp.
At the end of the broadcast, Bill does a commentary. It rocks. I've avoided posting because this is such an emotionally charged election and I hate the whole flame war thing. This is our government, not a reality show. So, leave it to the old man to sum it all up.
Go in Peace
Yep, I'm all crushed on America's flavor of the month. This should come as a shock to none who know me. And not just because of the Tina Fey thing (Elfini's first question). No, I'm hooked for the same reasons as many American men are. She's charming as hell. She's sexy in a totally-in-my-league kinda way. She's new.
People, I'd call in sick to work, pack up the Focus and gladly drive to the Truck Stop of her choice if Sarah would just ask. However, I'm not nutsy-fagan over my ears gaa-gaa like the farmer who did this:
And it's not just the Tina Fey thing. Did I already write that. Sure, I wasted 10 months on that a year ago, but there's more to it. The woman plays a flute. A. Flute. Never underestimate the seductiveness of a firm embouchure.
I'm watching the debate and she's doing just fine. Debates are misnamed, they are prepped statements around predictable questions. Questions you can just ignore. Nothing unfair and out of the blue like "what magazines do you read." I mean, who wants to admit the guilty pleasure of reading Moose and Garden or Vanity Fair. Leave my girlfriend alone!
The same reasons I write her name old jeans and notebooks are the reasons poor Sarah is diving in the polls. Past the initial sisterhood solidarity, women are starting to become embarrassed by her. Think back to your bar days. Remember the one gal surrounded by the probably-should-be single guys. She never paid for a drink, her laugh was slightly louder and longer than everyone else's, and she didn't hang with other girls. I've heard women say, "She isn't that pretty." No saucers of milk with that, just the marvel that men love women who say things that men want to hear.
Mr. Ryan sent me a link to VPilf.com. That's where the photos came from. I voted for RMilf (running mate I'd . . .) but if you type that on a word document, turns out it's not really voting. So, I'm one of the guys at the bar. I don't really care what she has to say, but I like hearing her say it. She's funny, feisty and has a great future on Fox News. And once she has a taste of life outside America's last state, I think she'll be headed for that new life.