The kids at Slate want to know "When did voting become like dating?" and further, when did it become like dating yourself?
Seriously. When did our country start voting for the guy you could “picture yourself having a beer with”? That was one of the questions in a 2000 poll that found George W. Bush way ahead of Al Gore. So a bunch of good ol’ boys and girls voted for an imbecile because he seemed like “one of them.”
Al Gore, outwardly, might have been a robotoic nerd, but he was smart. I torture myself daydreaming about what my life, the life of the country, and the free world would be like today if Gore had been elected (or, should I say, if he were allowed to serve, since we did elect him.)
If only Al had slapped his knee, guffawed, and spit chewin’ tobacky, he might have convinced the American people he was just like them.
I don’t want a president like me. I’m a moron. I want a real smarty pants in the Oval Office who will make intelligent decisions.
I’ve had eight years of a “regular Joe” in the office (a regular Joe, by the way, who’s from one of the richest families this country has ever seen, whose dad was the Vice President and the head of the C.I.A., and whose brother was the governor of the state that flubbed the election in his favor.)
Haven’t we learned to look at people like Sarah Palin and understand that though she may be charismatic and attractive, she’s not at all qualified to LEAD THE FREE WORLD?