I received a text message this morning that said only the following: “she’s a beautiful, conservative, pro-life, gun toting mother of 5!”
It was a brief message, but it got the point across. I sat in disbelief, holding my cell phone in my lap (yes, I text while driving, so sue me) and wondering what this could mean for politics. If this were true, as the tone of Laura Ingraham’s voice and the words on my tiny screen were insisting, then that changed, well, everything.
As even the casual reader of this blog will quickly notice, there’s been no love lost for Obama these past few months. The man may be a decent sort of fellow in person, I cannot say for certain, but I can affirm with every fiber of my being that his stance on life issues is dead wrong. Like, wrong side of the spiritual tracks wrong. From the pits of hell wrong. You get the idea.
So most of my anti-Obamination passion has been cultivated through a careful study of his policies and his voting record, coupled with an inherent distaste for dishonesty. But through it all, I was unable to really find it in my heart to jump on board with McCain.
Don’t get me wrong, the man’s heroics in Vietnam are sufficient to win my utmost respect, but I couldn’t shake the nagging suspicion that I’d be voting, really, for the lesser of two evils. His pro-life record is far from spotless, and he could certainly benefit from some remedial instruction in embryology, (embryonic stem cell research = abortion) but I was prepared to hold my nose and check “McCain” for the sake of the preservation of these United States as we know them (Independent, Democratic, Prosperous, decidedly not a part of the World Union, or whatever the hell that Berlin speech was all about). But I wasn’t stoked.
Now, after a couple of hours of reflection and study and conversation, I think I’m getting there. Here’s a woman who is ardently pro-life, pro-gun, pro-ANWR drilling, pro-America…and to top it off, she’s mother to five and still married to the same man. All that, plus she’s a marathoner with a fishing license. And she’s pretty.
Not that any of that really matters after bullet point numero uno, but there are a myriad of attractive qualities which nominate her to a high standing, indeed, in this cult of personality for which modern politics has become so infamous.
So why am I not elated? I guess I am, but I’m torn, also, dreading the pain and sacrifice her family will be called upon to make, should she assume the second highest office in the land. I’m delighted in theory, but I’m a little wary in actuality, because yes, she does have 5 children at home, and yes, Washington is a cruel, cold place to raise a family. (Ironic, given her current location.)
So I’m delighted as a woman for this woman, and as an American for what this will surely mean for America. John McCain made an admirable pick, the maverick that he is, and the ripples are creating a swell that is all but eradicating whatever post-convention bounce team Obama might have been hoping for. But I’m still a little wary. The sound you just heard was the glass ceiling shattering, but shattering glass can cut as it falls.