It’s starting to become a habit.
Prior to McCain selecting Palin as his running mate, you almost never saw his name in the newspaper headlines – and if you did, it was on stories like this one, casting aspersions. But on his birthday, the day after Obama’s Temple of Denver speech, where The One thought the papers would regard him as The Only, Mac pulled the headline rug right under The One’s feet (not that Obama’s feet really touch the ground, but still) and nominated the gun-tottin’, married-to-(hot!) champion dog sledding Eskimo, mother of five, good-looking, high-heeled, motorcycle riding FEMALE governor of Alaska.
While apprasing his followers from the heights of the Mile-High City’s Temple, Obama was surely counting on two old Republican fogeys sitting on the balcony like Statler and Waldorf,
which his followers would never even look at, especially since he had an old fogey of his own for VP. Well, it wasn’t going to be Statler and Waldorf. Obama sidetracked himself into talking about lipstick on pigs:
That little remark got The One some attention, but not the right kind. The attention shifted from Obama’s halo
to Palin’s shoes.
Along came the financial crisis, fully enabled by the Democrats and Obama’s trying to keep the media focused on him but not on the Dem’s blame; McCain in turn gives a press conference (getting valuable air time no ad campaign can buy) in all the broadcast, cable TV and radio networks and heads to Washington.
Again, the spotlight moved away from The One.
But, resourceful as he is, he bravely held stedfast in saying that he’d be at the debate tonight, no matter what. (And hoped Palin wouldn’t show up instead of McCain.) He would have that spotlight all for himself.
Not so fast.
Here are a few links from friends:
What If We Don’t Get a Bailout?
Via Sean Hackbarth, The director of the Congressional Budget Office, Peter Orszag‘s testimony. What worries me about this is that the politicians will use any revenues for more pork.
South Cackalacky: It’s not just a place, it’s a state of mind. We might end up with real estate right there.
Via Maria, Fixing what politics broke.