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IT'S NOT NICE TO FOOL WITH MOTHER NATURE
Posted, September 3, 2008,  12:01 p.m

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If Sarah were a Dick would she be called a hurricane, as she is this morning on the headline of the Drudge Report? Until recently hurricane’s were named for women until USWS realized how sexist it sounded to name those whirling dervishes of destruction with their intriguing eye wall by a woman’s name.

But alas, Sarah isn’t a Dick; she is a Jane, who also happens to be a Governor, a wife, a five-time mother, a sister, a daughter, a huntress, a fisherperson, a gunslinger, and as fate would have it now, a candidate for Vice-President on the ticket of John McCain.

Her unexpected entrance into the presidential race last week introduced to the American public as if she’d come out of the wilderness (she had) to the grand theme of the movie Rudy written so brilliantly by Jerry Goldsmith, called up the legendary characters of the old west those pioneering women who could duke it out with, well, The Duke himself, John Wayne. I had visions of Maureen O’Hara, Amanda Blake, Jean Arthur, caricatures to be sure, but so much more. The women of the old westerns were written to inspire. Tough, gun totin’, take no prisoner kind of women that every American women could aspire to be from sea to shining sea and north to Alaska.

And there last Friday morning, was Sarah Palin, a women from the final American frontier with her out-dated bee-hive hairdo, her 1950 schoolmarm glasses, and a dark suit that reminded one of the uniforms Stewardesses of Trans World Airlines (TWA) wore when flying was a joy; a tall, thin (she just gave birth 5 months ago?) and dare I say it, gorgeous women, John McCain’s choice for his vice-president.

What an entrance! Cecil B. DeMille couldn’t have directed it better, although I was thinking that movie costumer Edith Head might have been turning in her grave over Palin’s unstylish suit.

When the applause died down, the stage was hers and there she was all eyes upon her. A cameraperson’s dream, she electrified, strong, self-assured, dignified, gracious surrounded by the picture-perfect family including a baby with Downs syndrome with which to build a compelling story. John McCain stood at her side. He knew she was hitting a home run, and like a proud Papa he kvelled. He’d made the right pick. Sarah, new, fresh, pretty as a picture, smart, savvy and when called on, could deliver. Together they would give Barack Obama and old Joe Biden a run for their money. Barack talked of hope; Sarah Palin was hope itself.

Obama/Biden/McCain were the old when America so much needs the new. There’s quite a difference between being able to inspire and the inspiring. In Sarah McCain believed he’d found both.

Until the lights went out and the stage was empty, and the janitor had picked up after the party, and America went right back to being what it has become of late, a nasty, invective, negative country pitted on self-destruction, led by two political party’s who long ago forgot about love of country and think about nothing but love of self. And a news media dishing dirt instead of fact because they’ve forgotten what the responsibility of a reporter is.

And then, as happens whenever there is a woman introduced to the political stage, the Mommy Wars start, and the ideological wars begin, the 'is she ready?' conversation hardly asked of Barack Obama, a man. And five days later here we are on the eve of the destruction of that woman, the once inspiring Sarah Palin.

When did America lose its innocence? And now that we have, what will this mean for our future? Will we destroy every new leader who comes along for the sake of political sport? Or will we give new leaders thrust on the political stage at least the chance to prove themselves?

This election has been centered on the idea that America needs a change. The semi-change to date has been Barack Obama, a Washington insider who has dully recast himself as an outsider after brilliantly latching onto the fever affecting America that after eight years of George W. Bush this country needs a change, even if it’s only a rhetorical change.

John McCain watched Hillary Clinton try and trump Obama’s change argument with the argument of experience and saw that America wasn’t buying experience this election cycle. He also saw that not everyone is buying into Obama’s rhetorical change. Some are still trying to figure out what the hell “Change you can believe in” really means.

You don’t have to like John McCain’s policies to appreciate the fact that he truly has been a vessel of change in that still mostly Old Boy’s Network called the Senate. He read America’s temperature and offered up Sarah Palin, maybe not the most experienced, but surely capable, and if America was open to it a gift of inspiration, a bridge to America’s future.

This evening, Sarah Palin will formerly introduce herself to America. After five days of salacious coverage by the media, MSM and others, and typical campaign posturing by the opposition who unprepared for this modern day Unsinkable Molly Brown, have thrown the kitchen sink to this twenty-first century-styled Mom, we will see who Sarah Palin truly is.

Is she like a hurricane, a Gustav, who starts out big and then turns out to be less than what was forecast? Or is she more like Katrina, a storm that could move mountains.

We’ll find out tonight when all eyes will be focused on that storm, Sarah Palin.