Tonight I watched the opening ceremonies of the Republican National Convention. Actually I was listening while making dinner. They had a couple of entertainers sing, in tandem, the strains of a wonderful song, “America the Beautiful.” As rendered by these “singers” it was the most maudlin, tasteless piece of crap I have ever heard. This wasn’t music. It was self-aggrandizing schmaltz. “Look at us feel this song. Look at us being emotional about Americuh. Look at us. Aren’t we special.” Well, no.

There is worldwide betting going on among the professionals as to whether Sarah Palin will stay on the ticket seeing as how her daughter is going to have a baby that is almost illegitimate – she’s getting married very soon.

If Chelsea Clinton had gotten pregnant, I don’t think the Republican faithful would have been as forgiving as they are to the young Ms. Palin. Anyway I’d like to hear the kid’s side of it. Maybe she doesn’t want to get married but if she doesn’t, Mom may not get elected and it’s all my fault. Oh, horrors, she might be thinking, “I’ve got to tie myself to the goofball I got tangled up with one night because Mom’s on the ticket.” Perhaps arrangements for a quiet divorce are already in the mix in a year or two when no one’s watching.

Wolf Blitzer and his crew were saying it was a big diss that Cheney was not invited to be present at these festivities. His service, whether you agreed with him or not, was long and commendable. But McCain thinks any official association with the administration is the kiss of death, so goombye faithful servant.

Then there is a lot of discussion as to whether Ms. Palin could serve as Commander in Chief, should McCain keel over. The fact that there is any discussion at all is mind-blowing. This charming, almost beauty pageant winner, has zero qualifications to lead in a global environment. I don’t care how good a mother she is, she is not presidential. I think she should take a hike in the Alaskan wilds and get under a glacier. Or have another baby.

xx. Teal