2008
Moms for Palin?
When I visited home last month, I hadn’t seen my mom in three months. She picked me up from the airport. Soon after a few laughs and warm words, we started screaming at each other—over Sarah Palin. We had gone maybe ten minutes.
I knew my mom would vote Republican—she always does, for moral issues. She’s gone from being devoutly Catholic to attending one of those John Hagee-like psychochurches, 99.9 percent of whose members think Islam is inherently evil, regardless of the fact that they couldn’t tell you the difference between Shia and Sunni Muslims. Knowing that Obama’s middle name is Hussein is adequate “ammunition” to them. That Palin is pro-life and will do all she can to move this country toward theocracy is all they really need to know.
Because really, they don’t know much else about her. Every “Moms for Palin” blog out there focuses on the “sins” of Obama, not the credentials of Palin.
That’s what my mom and I got in a fight over. I asked her, point blank, what credentials the woman had to helm the executive office of the United States. She really couldn’t answer. And when I remarked about how old McCain is, and the real and present danger of Palin assuming the top post despite a flimsy record for the serious job, she responded, “I’d rather have someone with white hair [McCain] than with kinky hair.”
Wow. It’s things like this that make the slow transformation into my mom so bone-chilling.
