Bringing Home the Bacon

So, when I moved to South Carolina, I was like, “Lindsey Graham is gay, right?”  But apparently he is not, and for that I am disappointed.  Because how awesome would an openly gay South Carolina senator be?  Lindsey is, however, apparently one of John McCain’s children.  South Carolina radio told me so this morning, during a story about McCain’s super close relationship with Graham.  When Cindy McCain was addressing the South Carolina RNC delegation at a breakfast the other day, she let everyone know that Lindsey is the McCains’ eight child and has his own bedroom in their home.

Kidding or not, that’s creepy.  I just hope some good can come out of it, like maybe some serious job creation with a Guantanamo II here or something.  We’re counting on you, Lindsey!

All My Rowdy Friends are Coming Over Tonight

37.2 million folks watched Palin’s acceptance speech (about 40 million people watched Obama).  I watched last night out of intense curiosity, but I think I will be watching the NFL game tonight instead of the RNC.  Whether I can be bothered to change the channel at halftime to catch McCain’s speech remains to be seen.  I just watched him do a walk-though flanked by his BFFs Lieberman and Lindsey Graham (catfight!), and that’s good enough for me.

Hmmmmm…

This is the most interesting thing I’ve read all day about the presidential race.  Basically, current polling indicates that there is almost no measurable difference in voting preferences between men and women within racial and political groups except for white independents.  Within that group, men prefer McCain to Obama 51% to 35%, while women prefer McCain over Obama 42% to 41%.

As my elderly next-door neighbor Mom-Mom said to me tonight, “I’d sure like to see a woman as president.”  I don’t know Mom-Mom’s political leanings, but she was super excited about Palin’s appearance with McCain today.  And if she’s an independent, she’s exactly who McCain is supposed to be targeting.  No one ever accused the Republicans of not crunching the numbers.  Rove was a master of it, you know.

Who Stole Our Thunder?

 

My Republican husband gets to vote for a woman in a presidential election before I do.  An anti-choice woman (who lives her anti-choice principles, to give credit where credit is due), but a woman nonetheless.  I’ve worked and voted women’s issues since I turned 18 in 1992, and I am still waiting my turn, folks.  The Republicans have chosen a woman, a wife, a mother, and a daughter to be one heartbeat away from the job of commander in chief and leader of the free world.

Well played, John McCain.