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October 30, 2008

Would Joe the Plumber use a GPS?

Some of you readers of this here website have driven in a car with me. In addition to my what can politely be called erratic driving, I also have a harsh distaste for asking for directions. The new version of asking for directions, of course, is the GPS system. I hate these things with a fiery passion.

There is no greater accomplishment than going somewhere new, and finding it yourself. On the occasions where I've been in the presence of a GPS, I've had no idea where I'm going, because instead of paying attention to my surroundings, I'm listening to the silky British voice telling me to turn right in one hundred yards. But, say you look at a map and see where you are and how to get where you want to go, pretty soon you will know the area like it was your hometown. Yes, you may make a few wrong turns along the way, but it will pay off.

I would go so far as to say that no self-styled conservative should ever use a GPS. After all, the hallmark of conservatism is doing things yourself. I don't need no stinkin help! Except when it comes to finding the nearest Target, eh? (Or Wal-Mart, I suppose.) If a person wants to belittle those who receive help from the government, that's not compatible with receiving help from a little dashboard-mounted device.

Where does a GPS get its info? From a satellite. Where do satellites come from? The government! So, every time a person begs for directions from the GPS, they're getting help from Uncle Sam. Mr. Kettle? It's Mr. Pot on line two!

What's going to happen when the machines take over? Humanity will be exterminated, because mankind is unable to find something without directions from a computer! I mean, how many people can even build a fire nowadays? MacGyver would be ashamed.

I'll stick to the old-fashioned way, thank you very much. That's right - I'm a Google maps kind of guy.

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Bad move by me

In a fit of stupidity, I signed up on Barack Obama's website for a chance to get tickets to his Election night rally. I should have run away when, in order to get on the list, I had to give Barack Obama's campaign my name, address, and phone number, in addition to my email address.

What price for a chance to bask in reflected glory? At least three e-mails today from Joe Biden, Michelle Obama, and Barack himself. I fully expect a robocall of some sorts tomorrow.

Indeed, the Sun-Times notes that now Obama has a pretty sizable list of new people to harangue for money the next time he runs for election. I guess I really have nobody to blame but myself.

It's not going to be anything new, because over the years I have somehow wound up on the mailing lists of Big Tobacco, the ACLU, and Planned Parenthood. Planned Parenthood? I support the ACLU and all, but I'm pretty sure they sold my info to Planned Parenthood.

Barack Obama, if you sell my information to, say, Todd Stroger, we're going to have to have a conversation.

Posted at 10:15 PM | Comments (0)

October 29, 2008

Was there ever any doubt?

Joe the Plumber certainly has cashed in on his fame, hasn't he? Why, it was only two weeks or so ago that the supposedly undecided voter questioned Barack Obama about his tax plan. Now, just like that, he's campaigning all around Ohio for John McCain, and unleashing some gems along the way:

He is writing a book on American values, and he hasn't ruled out running for Congress.

And on Tuesday, Oct. 28, in a well-organized rollout by Sen. John McCain's campaign, he endorsed McCain, announcing his support during a day-long bus tour with stops in Columbus, Dayton, Milford, Middletown and Cincinnati.

"My choice in this is McCain," he told a crowd of about 80 packed into the Dublin Pub in downtown Dayton. "I plan on voting for a real American."

Whoah, Joe the Plumber endorsed McCain? This is a bigger upset than when the Tribune endorsed Obama!

I think this erases any doubt that Joe was a "plant" by the McCain campaign. It's possible they had no intention of turning Joe into a quasi-celebrity, but McCain's use of him in the debate was by no means accidental. Furthermore, Joe zinged Obama last week with a soundbite that came right out of the McCain playbook - I can't find it anymore, but it was pretty obvious.

For me, the frustrating part about Joe the Plumber is that McCain is trying to tout him as some average American who stood up to Barack Obama. I don't doubt that he's an average American - but what I do doubt is that he questioned Obama on his own accord. It sure looks like he had some encouragement from the McCain campaign.

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October 28, 2008

Autumn is here

I love the autumn season, but some days it's frustrating. Like today. Today I decided to go to the Adler Planetarium, and in a fit of stupidity I elected to ride my bike there. The ride down was uneventful, and the planetarium was most interesting. It's free Mondays and Tuesdays in October and November, as well. The trip was a little marred by waves of school field trips, but I dealt with it.

The ride back was awful, because I was riding straight into the wind, my legs were tired, and I was cold. I got myself to North and State, right on the edge of Lincoln Park. These "Hidden Truths" signs have been there all year, and they make me snicker.

Basically, before Lincoln Park became the gorgeous lakeside park that it is, it was a cemetery. A massive cemetery. These hidden truth markers are meant to talk about it, but I think the terming of it "Hidden Truths" is a misnomer. I don't see anybody trying to hide the fact that Lincoln Park used to be a cemetery.

So why Hidden Truths? The creator of these signs, Northwestern professor Pamela Bannos, suggests the official story of the conversion of the cemetery to a park is not complete. She has a pretty comprehensive web site about it. I'd say check it out for an interesting look into Chicago history. I particularly liked the story of David Kennison, who has a commemorative stone in the park:

When he died, Chicagoans believed David Kennison to be the last surviving member of the Boston Tea Party. In addition to the honor of having such an important historical figure in their midst, early Chicagoans were also proud to claim Kennison as a Revolutionary soldier. To add to the fascination of this man, everyone knew he was old. Really old.

The plaque on the boulder in Lincoln Park that commemorates the grave of David Kennison states he died at the age of 115, 3 months and 17 days.

Unsurprisingly, this wasn't true, but is still a fascinating story.

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October 26, 2008

McCain makes bulletin board material

I love a good sports analogy when talking about politics. The election is a big horse race. McCain needs a fourth-quarter rally. The Sarah Palin nomination was a "home run," or a fumble, depending on your point of view.

So it was with great interest that I saw a headline on Yahoo that blares, MCCAIN GUARANTEES ELECTION WIN.

It reminds me of what athletes like to call bulletin board material, which as far as I can tell means taking anything your opponent says, and using that as motivation to play even harder. The coach would put such quotes on the bulletin board, where apparently professional athletes would read them. (Heh heh.)

For example:

[Rashard Mendenhall], whose first career start will come against the Ravens on "Monday Night Football," recently sent a text message to friend and Ravens rookie tailback Ray Rice saying he's going to have a big game against the NFL's top-ranked defense.

Obviously, Rice, who often praises the Ravens' defense as "scary," passed the text message along to his teammates, who are not taking Mendenhall's proclamation lightly.

"He said later that he was just joking, but it's too late,'' Ravens linebacker Bart Scott said. "Thanks for the bulletin-board material, rookie."

Mendenhall, of course, got injured in something like the first quarter of that game. Whoops.

Anyhow, so back to the issue at hand. McCain "guaranteed" victory. Check out this juicy first paragraph:

Sen. John McCain (R-Ariz.) said Sunday on NBC’s “Meet the Press” that he can “guarantee” a win on Nov. 4 in a squeaker victory that won’t be clear until late that night.

Oooh... Where's the money quote?? I can just imagine John McCain, like a modern-day Joe Namath, guaranteeing victory over the Baltimore Colts. Or maybe even Mark Messier, for you hockey fans, guaranteeing a win over New Jersey in the Wales Conference Finals.

“I guarantee you that two weeks from now, you will see this has been a very close race, and I believe that I'm going to win it,” McCain told interim "Meet" moderator Tom Brokaw. “We're going to do well in this campaign, my friend. We're going to win it, and it's going to be tight, and we're going to be up late.”

Whhaaaaaa? McCain didn't guarantee a win, he guaranteed that it was going to be close! He even said, "I believe I will win." That's not a guarantee, friends. He did say, "we're going to win," but again, this is not the same as a guarantee. Even Alan Keyes was saying he was going to win, even though he was down something like 80% to 20% against Obama in his Senate race a few years ago. I think politicians are contractually obligated to say that, like when the speakers always introduce him as "your next President!"

By no means am I saying Obama is going to beat McCain like he beat Alan Keyes, and I think it will be a close election. I feel better about this election than I did in 2004, speaking as a person who has never voted for the guy who was elected president. Nevertheless, I don't exactly consider McCain's comments a guarantee.

If McCain and Obama were opposing sports teams, I don't think that would be bulletin board material. What's McCain supposed to say - I'm going to roll over and die, you can have the White House, Obama? As if!

Yahoo, it seems, has employed a man who likes to misconstrue words, and consequently inspire lengthy blog postings. I can't guarantee who is going to win on Nov. 4, but I can guarantee this: you suck, headline writer!

Posted at 08:28 PM | Comments (0)

October 24, 2008

A most interesting cab ride

Today I had a job interview, and in the interest of being on time, I decided to take a taxi downtown. I was about halfway there, around North Avenue for those of you familiar with such things, when I heard a voice on the sidewalk yell, "Come on, come on... Fuck! Shit!" I looked at the speaker, and it was a man in a suit looking very agitated. It dawned on me that he was looking for a cab, and was upset that I occupied this one.

The next thing I know, he approached me and asked me where I'm going. I told him, and he said, "Can we share? I'm really late!" I wasn't about to turn a desperate man down, so I said go ahead.

For the next ten minutes it took to get downtown, he was staring at his watch and cursing under his breath. Then, his phone rang. He picked it up, and I could hear the voice on the other end say, "I thought I asked you to come in early to do research!" My seatmate said he was on his way, and then the caller said "[something] fucking [something]!" and hung up, to which my companion again said "fuck!"

Meanwhile, the meter on the cab is spiraling out of control. I asked the cabbie what the problem with the meter was, and my colleague yells "It doesn't matter, god dammit!" Then he told the driver to go faster, and when we got to my destination he said "Just go, I'll pay for it." I tumbled out of the cab as fast as I could, and off it sped to take my reluctant colleague to his office - and a very sour-sounding boss. I got a free ride out of the deal, in addition to a good show. Something tells me, however, he probably should have been saving his money.

Posted at 09:17 PM | Comments (0)

You betcha

The Sears down in the Loop today had a very interesting window display. Is it possible they are catering to Sarah Palin fans?

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October 23, 2008

Interesting

I was poking around on Wikipedia yesterday, when I came across the information that an organization in Great Britain is trying to catalog and photograph every single grave of British and Commonwealth soldiers who died in armed conflict, after World War I. Naturally I took a look, and did a search on my last name. I came across two people, who died on the same day and had the same parents. I did some further digging, an found this:

OSGOOD, Eric Edwin Heaton
Sergeant (Pilot) 758217,
Royal Air Force Volunteer Reserve.
Died: 17 July 1940. Age 20.
Killed with brother Ronald in an aircraft collision in the north of England. Attended Northern Grammar School, Portsmouth
Son of Albert George and Elizabeth Osgood of Widley.
Grave Ref. Y. 1. Joint grave 3.

OSGOOD, Ronald Arthur
Sergeant (Pilot) 742599,
Royal Air Force Volunteer Reserve.
Died: 17 July 1940. Age 22.
Killed with brother Eric in an aircraft collision in the north of England.
Attended Portsmouth Grammar School
Son of Albert George and Elizabeth Osgood, of Widley.
Grave Ref. Y. 1. Joint grave 3.

That, to me, is pretty awful. While I suppose it is better that two brothers would die together like that, it has to be terrible for their parents - especially in an accident.

Posted at 09:00 PM | Comments (0)

October 22, 2008

Only in Ohio

I open up my newspaper the other day, and what do I see but a story about an elderly woman in Ohio who may as well have stepped out of a young adult novel. It seems some neighborhood kids were playing football, and the ball went into her yard. As this had happened before, she refused to return the ball, the cops got involved, and everyone learned a lesson. Especially the 89 year old woman, who ended up in the slammer.

It is the age-old battle; the retiree who wants nothing more than to be left alone, and the neighborhood kids who want to enjoy the outdoors. The neighbor is obviously being unreasonable in refusing to return the ball, and the kids are also at fault for not keeping the ball out of her yard despite knowing she doesn't want it there. The parents of the children involved overreacted by calling the police, but then it's also entirely possible the lady was simply impossible to deal with otherwise. She could have made her point by keeping the ball for a few hours, but that didn't happen.

This reminds me of when I was in high school. I played on the soccer team, and our field during my sophomore year faced a row of houses across the street. We played in the outfield of a baseball diamond, Miami Dolphin style, and the fence was only about 12 feet high. The goal was right in front of these fences, and errant shots would often go over the goal, over the fence, across the street, and into the yards of one of the neighbors. This neighbor was a retiree, and he had obviously grown tired of the balls thudding against his garage door, because he began to sit outside during our games and take all the balls that went into his yard.

This went on for a few weeks, as we carried on a battle of wits. He would hide so we didn't know he was watching for the balls, and parents would stand on the street and intercept balls before they made it to his yard. Finally the school erected a big orange fence on top of the baseball fence, which blocked most wayward balls.

And that was the end of that. Notice nobody went to jail.

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October 16, 2008

Say it ain't so, Joe

Politics can make someone a household name overnight. Behold Joe Wurzelbacher, alias Joe the Plumber, who last night was a mild-mannered plumber from northeast Ohio. Tonight, he is a symbol of the differences between Obama and McCain's tax plans, as evidenced by the encounter captured on Youtube. It didn't help when the candidates mentioned him more than twenty times in last night's debate.

Sometimes, however, attention can be unwanted. When a person of my generation somehow ends up in the spotlight, enterprising sorts will immediately turn up that person's facebook or Myspace page.

Unfortunately for Joe the Plumber, the media didn't find his Myspace page, but they did do some digging around. Sucks to be you, Joe:

Thomas Joseph, the business manager of Local 50 of the United Association of Plumbers, Steamfitters and Service Mechanics, based in Toledo, said Thursday that Mr. Wurzelbacher had never held a plumber’s license, which is required in Toledo and several surrounding municipalities. He also never completed an apprenticeship and does not belong to the plumber’s union, which has endorsed Mr. Obama. On Thursday, he acknowledged that he does plumbing work even though he does not have a license.

His full name is Samuel J. Wurzelbacher. And he owes back taxes, too, public records show. The premise of his complaint to Mr. Obama about taxes may also be flawed, according to tax analysts. Contrary to what Mr. Wurzelbacher asserted and Mr. McCain echoed, neither his personal taxes nor those of the business where he works are likely to rise if Mr. Obama’s tax plan were to go into effect, they said.

Curse you New York Times and your fact-finding! The liberal media has done it this time, taking poor Joe the Plumber and dismembering him before a national audience! All because he had a question for Senator Obama. With his new found fame, he probably will be above that $250,000 tax bracket. We hope.

In all seriousness, I think the media's treatment of Joe is a little suspect. All he did was ask a question. I'm sure Joe didn't know he was going to become the center of the debate, and now he might be in deep trouble, all for participating in the democratic process.

If there's a lesson to be learned, I suppose it's that if you don't want to get in trouble, never, ever leave the house. If you must, DON'T, under any circumstances, talk to Barack Obama.

Also, never say anything incriminating on a Myspace page, Facebook page, or blog. Since I have undoubtedly already said many things on this web site that will ruin me politically, here's another one: I have never worn, nor will I ever wear, a flag pin. Sorry I blurted that one out, future self!

Update: Daily Kos (so not exactly the most non-partisan site) suggests Joe the Plumber was actually a plant, designed to trip up Obama:

It also seems odd that he just happens to be buying a business that would earn exactly the amount of money that would qualify it to be a McCain campaign talking point -- $250,000. Even more intriguing, McCain-land said they had never spoken with Joe before, but also made the following statement to Ben Smith:

McCain aides say there was no heads-up for Joe the Plumber, who's headed out to the morning shows tomorrow.

"Joe didn't know" that he'd be at the center of the debate," said Matt McDonald.

"We tried to call him during the debate, but his phone was busy," he said. "We're not going to put him through media training."

So the McCain campaign says they never contacted Joe the Plumber...but they also had his phone number. Now it's very possible someone in the media gave them his phone number, but if you can find any listing for Joe Wurzelbacher in Holland, Ohio, you're more industrious than I am.

Most interesting, indeed!

Posted at 11:40 PM | Comments (1)

October 14, 2008

Lee Elia would be proud

You know, former Cub manager Lee Elia earned a place in sports history with his angry rant about Cub fans and their lack of support. It happened twenty five years ago, yet still gets regularly mentioned by the sports media here in Chicago.

A soccer manager in England, however, surely deserves a place alongside Elia for his recent dressing-down of a reporter. Joe Kinnear, an experienced manager, was recently appointed as the temporary boss at Newcastle United after their previous manager resigned. It seems that on his first day in charge, the players had the day off, so none of them showed up for practice. A reporter suggested this was a diss of their new manager, and Kinnear was none too pleased:

Joe Kinnear: Which one is Simon Bird (Daily Mirror journalist)?

Bird: Me.

JK: You're a c---.

Bird: Thank you.

JK: Which one is [Niall] Hickman (Daily Express)? You are out of order. Absolutely f------ out of order. If you do it again, I am telling you you can f--- off and go to another ground. I will not come and stand for that f----- crap. No f------ way, lies.

F---, you're saying I turned up and they f----- off.Bird: No Joe, have you read it, it doesn't actually say that. Have you read it?

JK: I've f----- read it, I've read it.

Bird: It doesn't say that. Have you read it?

JK: You are trying to f------ undermine my position already.

Bird: Have you read it, it doesn't say that. I knew you knew they were having a day off.

JK: F--- off. F--- off. It's your last f------ chance.

Ouch! If you want to hear the entire exchange, the whole uncensored version is available here. All I can really say is... Dyaaamn!

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October 13, 2008

I'm a poser

I rolled out of bed about 9 am yesterday, to the realization that the Chicago Marathon was taking place right outside my door. I love the Chicago Marathon - it's great. But it's also nearly impossible for a person to gain entry, because every available spot is taken when registration opens in April. I can't decide in April if I want to do something in October, so I never sign up. I did run it once in 2003, and I had a grand old time.

Anyhow, I went to go watch for a bit, as streams of people ran by. I had a grand idea - I went back home, got out my shoes, and took off running. Now, it's considered poor form to run a race if you are not actually entered in it, so I didn't run the marathon course. I ran up to Wrigley Field, and back towards the lake, where I reached the northernmost part of the course. The only people left on the course were those who were walking, had injured themselves, or were otherwise in danger of not finishing the race. There were, however, lots of spectators left, so I became a pretend marathoner for a couple miles.

I felt pretty ashamed being cheered on by hundreds of people, because the ones who really deserved it were the people who were running all 26 miles. I've run a lot of races the past few years, and there's no greater feeling than when people come out to watch the race and urge you to run faster. It makes the race that much easier, which is usually highly needed when running a marathon.

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October 12, 2008

Take me to your leader

Well friends, it's almost time for Halloween. For the modern young adult, it's an occasion to put on a stupid costume, get wildly drunk, and act like a fool because nobody will recognize you later.

Some girls like to use it as an opportunity to dress like a whore, thereby having a "costume" such as "slutty teacher," "sexy librarian," or "naughty cop." While technically a costume, I am much more impressed by people who have a creative or unusual costume.

This year, I have decided to "build" my own costume. I think it will be a fun craft project, and it will save me the trouble of patronizing a store where I can pay $70 for a lumberjack outfit with a flimsy plastic axe.

I love this picture of the kids dressed as robots. What a slice of life from the 50's!

Speaking of robots, on my trip to Seattle, I ran into an old friend at the Science Fiction Museum. They're remaking that movie, starring Mr. Sci Fi himself, Keanu Reeves. I'm pretty sure it will suck, but a boy can dream.

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October 09, 2008

A lovely day

Being unemployed like I am, I've had a lot of time to indulge other activities. A few days ago I went to the Lincoln Park Zoo, which I hadn't been to in ages. I go by it all the time, either running, driving, or riding my bike. Finally I decided I should just go in. It's free, it's five minutes from my house, and did I mention it's free?

It was a crisp October day, warm enough to be comfortable. Yet few people ventured out to the zoo. I had pretty much the run of the place.

Despite all the animals, I was most fascinated by the fellow pictured above. He was in a deep sleep, resplendent in his baby blue suit and pink tie. To me he looks like a mafia enforcer on his lunch break. Or maybe he's a city garbage collector?

There is no greater place to sleep than outside, on a nice day. Supposing it's a safe place, I love to lean up against a tree, close my eyes and absorb the sounds, feelings and smell of the day. Sadly, most days it is not like that, so when there is a chance to grab a comfortable outdoor nap, I say go for it.

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October 06, 2008

God helps those who help themselves

A few days ago, a giant fly was pestering me. By no means was it like a half-man half-fly, but he was big enough that I could feel it when he landed on me. My initial reaction to having a fly buzzing around the house would be to kill it; but then I thought that it would be an insult to the sanctity of life if I simply killed everything that bothered me. (You would probably be dead, ho ho ho.)

Instead, I decided to let the fly go and so he could enjoy himself. They only live for a few weeks, so what's the harm?

Well I'll tell you: that damn fly annoyed the hell out of me. He followed me everywhere. Flew into my TV screen. Zipped around my head as I lay in bed. I even shooed it into the laundry room of my building, and he somehow found his way back into my apartment. It took all my willpower to simply not swat him out of existence.

Then, it also turns out this particular fly was suicidal. I went to brush my teeth, and I thereupon noticed the fly struggling for dear life inside the toilet. After a few seconds of deliberation, I concluded that I could no more allow something to die than to kill it. I reached into my toilet and rescued the fly. Then, he flew right back into the water! This fly was an idiot.

I rescued it again, and made sure to move it away from the toilet. I then left the room, washing my hands (literally and figuratively) of this fly business. I'm proud to say, he was back zipping around the room hours later.

Don't say I never did anything to save a life.

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October 03, 2008

Hell on two wheels

Cyclists here in Chicago - including myself - are notorious for selectively applying the rules of the road. The Police Department occasionally cracks down on cyclists, but pretty soon they forget about it. In Oregon, however, they are more fanatical about bicycles, as evidenced by two recent events. One involves a cop on a bike, the other involves a man on a bike attempting to evade the police:

The first incident happened 1 p.m. Wednesday in Salem when OSP Trooper Perry Rhoades was patrolling the Capitol Mall area on a bicycle and spotted a 1997 Ford four-door driving recklessly near the State Capitol building and nearly striking pedestrians in a crosswalk on Court Street near Winter Street.

Rhoades caught up with the car and made several attempts to get the driver to stop, including riding alongside the driver's door and ordering the female driver to stop. The driver, identified as Suzanne L. Futrell, age 44, from Dallas, refused to stop and yelled through her rolled-up window that she didn't do anything wrong.

Futrell allegedly continued driving in a reckless manner including driving through a red light as Rhoades continued to try and get her to stop as speeds reached about 25 mph.

Wowzers! Officer Rhoades, that is bad-ass. I must say I admire anyone who will chase a car down, on a bike, and then arrest her. Though how stupid do you have to be to think you're going to run away from the police in the middle of a city?

Elsewhere, Robert Frank of Eugene, Oregon had a serious case of bike elitism. Not satisfied to ride his bike with traffic, he rode along a rural highway in a westbound direction in an eastbound lane. He refused to acknowledge the presence of a police car that tried to stop him, but was eventually captured:

Two other troopers set up near milepost 11 and as the bicycle approached, Frank tried to go around the patrol car and was tackled off the bike. Frank resisted arrest but was taken into custody at 7:50 a.m. on charges of disorderly conduct an resisting arrest. He was also cited for failing to obey a police officer.

Dios mio, people! This one story contains pretty much the ying and the yang of traffic idiocy: the reckless driver and the irresponsible cyclist. If there is one lesson to be learned from this, it's listen to the police. The two villains in this story might want to think about that when they have to explain to the judge why they shouldn't get $1000 fines.

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October 02, 2008

Dontcha know

I was thinking - as I often do - about things, when my attention turned to this fascinating article about Sarah Palin's accent. Her interview with Katie Couric displayed it in all its glory:

This naturally leads to the next question. Should John McCain be elected president, and then die - which the Tribune says is possible - would Sarah Palin have the most comical accent in the history of the Presidency?

Sadly, there are no recordings of most of the presidents. Many of the modern presidents, however, were known for their accents. FDR and JFK were aristocratic. Jimmy Carter and Bill Clinton were undeniably southern. George W. Bush, I think, is known for his unique way with word as well as his accent.

All these Presidents have interesting, easily-identifiable voices. But are they funny? Not at all. Sarah Palin, with hints of "Fargo" and lumberjacks in her voice, would be the gold standard of Presidential accents.

Comedians always say they want to most ridiculous person in the White House, as it makes their jobs easier. Sarah Palin is just the ticket. Her voice, combined with her sometimes shaky answers to foreign-policy questions, is the easiest target since Dan Quayle misspelled potato. We know who the comics want to be president - however, the rest of America has some say in it, too.

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