The carefully modulated voice, designed to soothe, invoking memories of a soft spoken grandfatherly figure who knows best. The use of the term,"my friends" a total of 22 times in 90 minutes. The utilization of fear of the unknown to rally our patriotism. Patronizing to the point of embarrassment.
He cannot say for sure he will be able to bring our troops back with honor and victory. No one knows that. But yet he says it.
He also says: "I know how to get Osama Bin Laden, my friends." (what's up with that?) "I'll get him. I know how to get him, no matter what, and I know how to do it."(If you know how to do it, then what the f***k are you waiting for?)
Patriot, schmatriot.
John McCain still believes that all our foreign policy problems can be solved with the philosophy of talking softly, but carrying a big stick...y'know, just in case those foreigners don't behave the way we think they should.
Obama clearly speaks from his heart, but more importantly, he speaks from an intelligent place in his heart and expects us to rise to the occasion. To learn about what we may not understand. To do the right thing.
I've been trying for weeks now to wrap my brain around the Sarah Palin nomination, but no matter how hard I try, gosh darn it, I just can't for the life of me figure out why John McCain would choose as his running mate a rookie governor with almost no real world experience outside of Alaska.
Is it possible that serving as mayor of a small town (pop. 9,000) and briefly as governor of a state whose entire population is smaller than Charlotte, NC gives her a unique perspective among politicians?
Perhaps being geographically situated next door to Canada gives her all the foreign policy experience required by an assistant Commander in Chief?
Or could it be that McCain is thinking a Vice President with good aim who can field dress a moose just might come in handy in case of trouble with the Democratic House and Senate?
It just doesn't make sense. Unless McCain has suddenly developed a case of dementia, I reckon it's all just a big mistake. So after consuming several glasses of wine and surfing the internet for hours, I've come to the conclusion that this must be what happened: Sometime in August after a very long day on the campaign trail, John McCain sits down in front of the TV to enjoy a large bowl of wife Cindy's famous Passion Fruit Mousse (an old McCain family recipe). With a mouth full of mousse, the maverick senator yells at his campaign manager to "Get me Palin!" His trusty campaign manager then kicks turns to a nearby aide and yells, "You heard him, he wants Palin!". The aide in turn, bitch slaps an unpaid intern mucking the horseshit out of McCain's closet, and tells him "The Senator's eating mousse. He wants Palin. Get him Palin!"
This particular intern, still smarting after an unfortunate incident involving recipe research, sees his chance to get back into McCain's good graces. He now understands the importance of fieldwork in politics, and is determined to complete this task with the utmost professionalism and meticulous attention to detail. Upon careful analysis of the aide's order, he googles "Palin, moose", and concludes that the senator wished to discuss the campaign ticket with Alaska's Governor Sarah Palin (moose hunter and hockey mom). He calls the press secretary, who leaks the news to the press, who then descend upon Wasilla in helicopters like bounty hunters going after wolves.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch...the maverick senator is still waiting for the Monty Python video he asked for.
