Today, I heard and read reports that made me want to look out the window to find the pink elephants.
People on the Sunday shows, as well as
this item in the LA Times' political blog, talk in a serious way about Condoleezza Rice as a running mate for John McCain.
I was looking for the telltale signs of stray white dust underneath
Dan Senor's nose when he waxed on about it on
This Week. For one of the first times in my life, I was tempted to whoop out a '
You Go, Girl' to
Katrina vanden Heuvel, who was having a fit at the prospect.
I won't dig into nitty-gritty, petty problems I might have with this woman. No, I'll just keep it at a really high level because I'm a pretty simple guy.
She was the National Security Advisor from 2001-2005. That should probably involve various tasks related to security and not getting attacked and stuff. For the chronologically-challenged, September 11, 2001 fell in that period. She stayed on the job for years after it happened.
Since 2005, she's been our Secretary of State. Now from what I can gather, that should involve things like making sure we have good relations with the people we want to have good relations with.
Not everyone's going to like us all the time, but I find it hard to believe that the rest of the world just happened to wake up having turned into assholes the morning after Bush became President.
Now, I get why one could argue that she's an attractive running mate, but oh my goodness, what a disaster.
Please don't do this to yourself, John. Suicide is never the answer.