You betcha, it's scary to think about!
It's the feel-good ticket of this century: Sarah "Caribou Barbie" Palin and Joe "The Plumber" Wurzelbacher. Proof-positive to the evangelical, tea-bagging, gun-toting Republican electorate that yes, even inarticulate, uninformed morons can, conceivably, lead this country (possibly to ruin and international ignominy) but lead it nonetheless.
We'll have a Veep who carries out detailed conversations with God
and bases policy decisions on the advice of an imaginary friend. By the way, when asked, God "was like, 'No'."
And we'll have a POTUS who can't finish a term as governor of ALASKA
and converses in labyrinthine nonsense-talk. I was listening to NPR on the way into the office and Palin was the subject of conversation: Is she priming herself for national office, or is she overwhelmed personally? Much was made of her "unusual speaking style." I would counter that Palin's speaking style is no more a style than Miss South Carolina's 2007 answer
to why most "U.S. Americans" can't find their own country on a world map is an actual answer.
To wit: "We have got to make sure these weapons of mass destruction, that
weapons are not given to those hands of Ahmadinejad, not that
he would use them, but that he would allow terrorists to be able to use
them. So we have got to put the pressure on Iran."
It's a possibility. The horror.