A couple of election cycles back I decided to have some fun and ran my cat, Colette, for President. Her main qualification for the post, according to the press release that went out as part of this jest, was that she could work a room wonderfully. Everyone loved Colette. She was not only feisty but a real charmer, that cat.
To put at rest concerns about Colette’s obvious lack of qualifications for the presidency I noted that she would be surrounded my top advisers on all matters, foreign and domestic. And added that since this talent was available to whoever sat in the Oval Office, anyone (even a cat) could run the government.
It was a good good joke. I had a lot of fun with it. But it was a joke. And then along comes John McCain and names his own choice for vice-president of these United States.
Like my cat Colette, Sarah Palin is charming and feisty. That’s nice. But John McCain is 72 years old. A mix I find disturbing.
Colette never had a real shot at the Oval Office. Palin might be called upon to actually carry out all the duties and responsibilities that come with being commander-in-chief of the world’s only remaining super power.
I like political jokes. This one, however, does not have me laughing.