As close to a political statement as Orthoclase is going to get.
I’m not political. Not apolitical, either, just tend to vote for the best choice I have at the moment.1 So the various conventions leave me cold, I have a countdown calendar to remind me when silly season is over for this year, and I will vote in November for whomever has made me the least embarrassed (or angry) to be an American Voter in the previous few months.
At the moment, I’m leaning towards the Senator from Illinois, but not for his specific policies nor for his message, but because I think the Senator from Arizona is a cynical, calculating, asshole.2
Mr. M’s selection of a person who is expected to attract the people he can’t — women, evangelicals, “hockey-moms”, oil-industry insiders, young people, outsider-to-support-his-maverick-image…
I’ve had too much wine to be able to articulate my precise problem with this — I just have an uncomfortable feeling that Mr. M. is hoping we don’t realize that Mrs. P. is distinctly lacking in experience, is staunchly socially conservative, and is in the middle of an ethics investigation because we are blinded by her youth and vagina.
As a currently-undecided moderate, I’m finding his selection bordering on the near-insulting. He (and she) will have to do a lot of work to get my vote.
