According to a new Rasmussen Reports poll, American men would vote Sarah Palin in for President of these United States (49%) before Hillary Clinton (45%). I don’t care what your politics, those are incredible numbers, and they make me question whether what’s there between men’s ears is little more than testosterone.
I’ve never been a big Hillary fan. For the most part, I didn’t support her for President because I simply couldn’t stand the thought of her husband in the White House for four more years. But I’ve never hated her, as some do. That hate has to be the reason for the numbers; there must be a deadly poisonous negative vote here—tons of men simply don’t want Hillary. How else can you explain that bozo judgment? Like her or not, Hillary is at least going to do what she promised throughout her campaign for the Democratic nomination: she will hit the ground running on Day #1, as she so famously used to say. Hillary knows her way around. She’d be a formidable presence in the White House.
I’m sorry. Sarah Palin might end up being the very first woman President of the United States. Last night she delivered a stem-winder that may just draw millions of otherwise disgruntled or disengaged voters to the Republican ticket. She sparkled. She’s a brilliantly fresh face. Today, this morning, the Republicans have their own rock star. Send her to Berlin and she’ll drum up a crowd too—more so, I’m sure, than the old guy she’s with.
She could collar scores of ex-Hillary-ites in the next two months, and she may well be as much of a pit bull as McCain himself can be. She’s already become the cover girl (may I say that?) for married women who want to have it all. Who knows?--she may be sharper than a tack on every last significant issue facing America. But that American men would choose her over Hillary for President, right now, today, having known Ms. Palin for less than a week, is just plain stupefying.
Sometimes the truly remarkable nature of the great American political experiment leaves me slack-jawed. Truly—that the people rule in this country seems, at times, just plain nuts. “No one ever went broke underestimating the intelligence of the American people,” old H. L. Mencken once quipped, and he wasn’t wrong.
But then, shoot, what red-blooded guy doesn’t start snortin’ at a babe with a gun?
Hey, toss me another Bud, man.