I’ve got good news and bad news.
The good news is that Sarah Palin’s speech was laden with trite delivery, cutesy messaging and no specifics about anything specific. It was a Toastmasters after dinner speech at best. Nothing special, nothing great. Hardy-har-har. Yuck, yuck. We get it, Shecky Palin. You’re not a Washington-tainted, Beltway-contaminated politician, but just a mom who can field-dress a moose. Holy Fess Parker, Batman! Frances McDormand in a pants suit. (Speaking of which, after hearing all the Hillary pants suit jokes, I noticed nary a dress at the Xcel Energy Center. At least on women attendees.)
Now the bad news. The Republicans loved it. Think Red-Stater for moment. The guys that bring you NASCAR, bad country music, Lee Greenwood, “Hee Haw” and now Sister Sarah. Preaching to the choir. And the choir loved it. Big time. While you and I may laugh at the phoniness of her address, the dude with the sequined-cowboy hat ate it up and wants seconds. She delivered to her crowd.
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