In these excruciatingly tense, nerve-tingling moments before the One announces the Two, I just had to join the wolf-pack chorus of howls about Housegate. It’s not a particularly insightful howl, nor very loud, but you know how it is. Once one Kos gets to barking, the rest just have to chime in...
I’m wondering if the tsunami-like pulverizing of McCain’s campaign that has finally begun in earnest (thank heavens), and that now has reached feverous pitch with Housegate (thank McCain), is delaying the One’s announcement of the Two. Why step on your own parade? This news about Housegate and the explosion of web sites and articles devoted to it over the past 24 hours is better than any pre-convention "surge" the campaign could have orchestrated.
Delaying the announcement keeps everyone focused on the real news—and the important news—that McCain is unfit, unqualified, and unsuited to be President of the United States.
My bet is that McCain’s hesitation to answer stemmed from the halter his "new" campaign put around his neck to prevent him from spouting off one of his famous, stupid, off-the-cuff remarks. I can imagine him thinking, "Houses. Shit. I’ve got tons of them. If I lie, they’ll find out. If I tell them eight, I’ll be ridiculed. What should I do? Better ask Rick." I would compare this to Bush’s story book moment when told that the twin towers were on fire. "Uh, gee, what do you think I should do?" In their 3am moment, both men failed to act. Deers in the headlights. In the deep end of the pool, way over their intellectual and emotional capability.
So I know this post could be minutes, even seconds, away from being run over by the announcement of Obama’s VP, but what else can you do while waiting, waiting, waiting. Sleeping with my iPhone, waking up every few hours to check it, "Did he text me yet?" Sitting next to the computer, check messages and web sites and blogs every few minutes, well, this waiting for the Two makes a man’s brain sluggish and tired. Writing is my electronic coffee.
With all due respect for the true heroes, I am a Prisoner of Words. That excuses any culpability I might have for any action I’ve taken in the past or now or in the future. And it definitely excuses this post.
Have a fab weekend!