Six and a half years ago I walked across a stage on the Quad at Wake Forest and shook the hand of the man who, today, is the Republican nominee for President. I’m not supporting him, and I’d have to say that my respect for him has significantly dwindled since that beautiful May day in 2002 when he handed me my fakey diploma non-diploma. I don’t remember anything about his speech, but I remember that his hands were clammy and sweaty, and that I felt sorry for him for having to shake the hands of so many eager graduates.
Asked in late 1999 and early 2000, I’d have eagerly talked up John McCain to you. The candidacy and person of George W. Bush disgusted me even then, and I thought McCain a much better option for voters. In the years since, to watch the way he’s supported Bush’s awful policies, well, let’s just say I don’t think the whole "maverick" label applies.
But after the last five days, I owe him a big thank you for picking Sarah Palin as his running mate. Not because I think he basically shot his chances of winning in the foot by picking her, which I do, but because the story that has unfolded over the last five days or so has been so delicious and wonderful to behold.
Now, don’t get me wrong; this isn’t schadenfreude on my part; if anything I’ve come to like Sarah Palin more over the last few days. I’d heard her name bandied about all summer as a possible running mate, so I’d researched her a bit. Drives motorcycles, was a beauty queen and a TV sportscaster and a small-town mayor. I thought, "Yeah, if only McCain would nominate her."
Oh! And then he did! Crazy!
Then she got up and gave that speech, that awful speech wherein she praised Hillary Clinton and Geraldine Ferrarro to the highest heavens and told women they could - at last! - "shatter that glass ceiling once and for all." That went all over me, left a bad taste in my mouth because how dare the Republican party praise Hillary Clinton to the highest heavens after having spent the last 16 years making her public life as humiliating and difficult as possible? I found the choice of a woman just for the sake of her woman-ness pretty insulting, especially with Carly Fiorina going on Face the Nation on Sunday and saying with a straight face, "Women aren’t single-issue voters." Really? Then why on Earth would the Republican party expect women to vote for a ticket just because there’s a woman on it?
The more I thought about Sarah Palin on Friday, the more insulted I became. Who the hell does John McCain think he is?
But then there were the rumors on DailyKos, the ones about how Palin’s new baby, Trig (oh, don’t get me started on her kids’ names), wasn’t hers but her 17-year-old daughter’s. (The story there is gone or I’d totally link to it). I didn’t really believe the rumors, of course, but the intrigue drew me in to the story and character of her family. I learned more about her husband, Todd, the world-champion snow machine racer and her odd rise to the Alaska governor’s mansion. The more I learned the more I became fascinated with and interested by the whole group of Palins, becoming more and more convinced all the while that this woman is absolutely not ready to be the vice-president of the United States or, God forbid, should John McCain get elected and suddenly be rendered unable to serve, the President. I’ve also become convinced, more than I was before, that McCain’s pick of Palin means that he really isn’t, either, though Thomas Schaller makes that point better than I could.
So then, yesterday, the story broke that Sarah Palin’s 17-year-old daughter, Bristol, is pregnant, five months pregnant, actually, by this self-described "f—-ing redneck," and the first thought I had was, "My God, I wish that someone would’ve gone back in time 3 years ago when I was writing my first screenplay and told me this story, because this right here is a movie waiting to be made."
Really - it’s got everything. A former PTA mom who somehow became the governor of a large state and then was unexpectedly and irresponsibly tapped to run for the second highest office in the land, juggling a new baby, a wild family, a mother-in-law who hasn’t decided to vote for her, and, suddenly, a daughter pregnant by a none-too-bright hockey player. Only it’s not a movie - this is all really, really happening.
I’ve come to absolutely love this family, and honestly, to feel for them. How crazy life has become for them in just the span of a couple years, and, really, the last five days. Sarah Palin is absolutely not the person who should be at the #2 spot in this nation, not by a long shot, but man oh man, this election has become a fascinating study in American life and family, hasn’t it? As I said, this isn’t schadenfreude; I’m not reveling in the Palin family’s struggles, and, like Barack Obama, I under no circumstances want to see the Democratic party use this to its advantage. I’m just riveted by it and how much it all exemplifies the state of American life and politics right now. I can’t wait to see what happens next.