The Importance of McCain's VP Choice

Who John McCain selects as a Vice Presidential running mate will be crucial to whether he gets the backing of die hard conservatives. Some news pundits are putting up names they say he needs to counter the female factor of Hillary. That's questionable in so many ways.

In my opinion, and as a woman, I don't believe intelligent women pick a candidate solely on their gender. Then again, as a woman I don't know of one that I would like to see run as VP or President.

The names being tossed around for women are Condoleeza Rice, Sarah Palin (Alaska's Governor), and Elizabeth Dole of North Carolina. None of these will do.

I was very unhappy with Rice's dealings regarding Israel and the PLO. Alaska's Governor doesn't have much experience and Dole is a RINO.

I think McCain should pick a younger man to run as VP. The names up for review in the news for a male candidate are Mark Sanford (Governor of South Carolina), Bobby Jindal (Louisiana Governor), Tim Pawlenty (Minnesota's Governor) and Charlie Crist (Florida's Governor). I like Mark Sanford and Bobby Jindal, I don't care for Charlie Crist and don't really know about Tim Pawlenty. I'd have to research Governor Pawlenty if he was chosen.

I don't know that whoever is picked would have much influence if McCain would win but I do believe it would influence the vote come November. Conservatives need some kind of assurance that if anything happens to McCain we have a chance of having someone conservative in place to carry on the next four years and beyond.

A young conservative male would be a good choice. Let's hope he has enough sense to make the correct selection. It's bad enough we have no choice but McCain. The least he could do is reach across his own aisle and choose someone conservative.

My two cents.

Obsessed?

Who you calling obsessed?!?!

Sorry Hon, I won't believe she's toast and the Clintons are finally gone until I can verify that iron stakes were pounded through their coffins and straight into the ground, had a silver bullet blessed by a priest fired into their hearts, an aspen stake driven through their hearts, were cremated, had holy water poured into their graves and they're buried under running water.

Other than that, I'm not really obsessed, am I?

Besessen

That would be obsessed. It's not that I don't understand Sam's strong dislike for the Clinton's, I do. I don't like them either. Considerable damage was done to our country under Bill Clinton. I'm sure Hillary played a role. I don't like them, and I don't want her to be President.

I am pretty confident that she will not be elected even if she manages to get the nomination from her party. Therefore, I'm not concerned with her. She's going to lose either the nomination or the election, either way, she loses. I'm good with that.

I'm no longer concerned. She'll get her due.

Sam on the other hand cannot leave it alone. He can't see the forest for the trees so to speak. The forest is the Democratic Party and BOTH candidates. The tree is Hillary.

I'll say it again, I am no longer concerned about Hillary. I don't obsess in her humiliation or her come upance as it were. I'm glad, I'm just not obsessed by it.

The problem to concentrate on now is Obama. Obama just might get elected if he wins the nomination, that should be the focus now in my opinion. Hillary is toast. I no longer want to waste my energy on her.

Remember a while back we were so fed up with our choices we were going to chuck it all and catch up on our reading and movies? Helllooooo. Instead it's all Hillary, all the time around here.

Sam doesn't get that I am so glad to be rid of the Clintons that I would appreciate him paying a little less attention to her. I don't need a play by play of her day. Sam dear, do you remember the many, many since the Clintons have been out of office (Presidency) that we would say, "Why don't they just go away already"? Remember that? Well we have an opportunity to be done with them now but you have to quit bringing her up to make her go away.

If I just watch the news and read the internet I can see and hear very little about her, however, at home I can't stop hearing about her.

I understand your obsessesion with her ruination but she's done already. Why can't you be done with her. What happens when she does lose, will you ever be done with her. I want her out of our house for heaven's sake.

Certainly we can find better things to discuss, or read, or watch, or do.... Huh?

Trust me, I understand, I know you, how could I not? I just am sick of hearing about her and I'm surprised you're not.

I love you. Now get over it already! ((Hugs))

The word is schadenfreude.....

meaning taking delight in the misery of others.

I have to admit I'm totally loving seeing Hillary being humiliated and rejected by the voters and being beaten up by the Press and Barak Obama, so much so that Snippy is starting to call Barak "my guy". I disagree 100% with Barak Obama's political views and no way is he "my guy", as a matter of fact I have no one in this Presidential race. I'll give my votes to Conservatives running for Congress an at the State and local level. What Snippy has a hard time understanding is how much I despise Hillary.

How much, you ask? Maybe this will get my feeling of utter hatred of her across.

She's a swine. A vulgar little maggot. A worthless bag of filth. As they say in Texas, I'll bet she couldn't pour piss out of a boot with instructions on the heel.

She's a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with her. She's a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. She's a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. She's a jerk, a cad, a weasel. His life is a monument to stupidity. She's a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.

She's a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying her alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired her and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done. I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as her. She's a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of her.

She has all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid her. She's vile, worthless, less than nothing. She's a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth.

She's a snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick her up, drive its beak into her brain, and upon finding it rancid set her loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of her ignoble blood.

May she choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of her own trite, foolish beliefs. She's grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. She's foul and disgusting. She's a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on her. Even sheep won't have sex with her.

She's unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. And what meaning does she expect her delusionally self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion have to us? What fantasy does she hold that she would believe that her tiny-fisted tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake.

She's a waste of flesh. She's ridiculous and obnoxious. She's the moral equivalent of a leech. She's a living emptiness, a meaningless void. She's sour and senile. She's a disease, a puerile, one-handed, slack-jawed, drooling, meatslapper. On a good day she's a half-wit. She reminds me of drool.

She's deficient in all that lends character. She has the personality of wallpaper. She's dank and filthy. She's asinine and benighted. She's the source of all unpleasantness. She spreads misery and sorrow wherever she goes. She's a smarmy lagerlout git. She's a clouted boggish foot-licking twit.

She's a fiend and a coward. She's a degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing she exists. I despise everything about her, and I wish she would go away.

I cannot believe how incredibly stupid she is. I mean rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid, so stupid it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. She's trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid collapsed on itself so far that even the neutrons have collapsed. Stupid gotten so dense that no intellect can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot mid-day sun on Mercury stupid. She emits more stupid in one second than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. Nothing in our universe can really be that stupid. Perhaps this is some primordial fragment from the original big bang of stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the laws of physics that we know. I'm sorry. I can't go on. This is an epiphany of stupid for me.

I don't have enough strength left to deride her ignorant, half baked comments about unimportant trivia, or any of the rest of her drivel.