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Commentary on the Vice Presidential Debate

I found myself getting agitated listening to Governor Sarah Palin during the 2008 Vice Presidential Debate.

Governor Palin did not flop and fall on her face. The expectations were so low that she met them. She was so rehearsed and scripted that she even missed a moment to be human. Senator Joe Biden choked up a little bit when talking to me, a mom, about being a single-dad and raising two kids after the death of his first wife. Governor Palin seemed cold and uncaring. She was so much on talking points and script that she couldn't turn to him and be a real mom, a real woman, and not some Arizona-crafted talking Barbie Doll.

We are about a month away from the most important election of my lifetime. Governor Palin and I are of the same generation. We came up of age during Nixon, Ford, Carter, Reagan, Bush I, Clinton, and now Bush II. This one is the most important because there is so much at stake and I frankly, as a degreed woman, a mother, a wife, support a woman who won't even give the respect of a straight answer.

I was listening with about two-cents of possibility that she would say something substantive. She had been so hidden from the media and had time to crunch on issues important to the American people. There wasn't anything from her platform regarding the economy, health, education, women's issues that resonated with me.

This morning it was announced that Wells Fargo, where my mortgage sits, bought Wachovia. They did it without federal funds. That was a smile. It was also sad to see another bank fall through the abyss of corporate greed. Sarah Palin never mentioned anything about the current economic crisis that mattered to me except the usual fear-mongering that "they are going to raise your taxes."

In the end, I think both candidates did not hurt their respective candidates. I do think Governor Sarah Palin did her spin and as many pundits on MSNBC and CNN concurred, she looked more like a contestant for a beauty pageant. Her winks and folksy manner is not something I want. 8 years ago it was "someone you want to drink a beer with" and we ended up with 2-3 recessions, a housing bubble and bust, two wars, and rampant unemployment.

We need someone smart with a plan. In my book, that is Senator Barack Obama.

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  1. Apparently we read the same book, I too feel Barack Obama has a sensible and logical plan towards overall betterment. I have to wonder what does he really think about McCain's VP selection.

    The expectations were so low that she met them. She was so rehearsed and scripted that she even missed a moment to be human. Isn't that just sad...what in the world was John McCain thinking? Palin is highly educated, but politics on a larger scale might be a little too much for her.

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