Palin isn't the problem, we are

If McCain had won, Sarah Palin would be VP today ― and heir apparent. It's a horrifying thought. Her star is fading now. But in the weeks after Palin's 2008 speech at the Republican convention, the conservative media hailed her as an American Joan of Arc. Even intelligent, rational Republicans became blabbering Palin apologists. It just took a few days of due diligence for me to discover that she was in fact an empty vessel. I was stunned. How could Republicans and McCain not be concerned? They had to know. America has endured mediocre presidents and even a corrupt one (Nixon). But of the worst presidents to date, none were even remotely as ignorant, unaccomplished or flawed as Palin. And yet tens of millions were prepared to cease thinking and simply throw garlands at her Polka-dotted toes. This is the familiar fountainhead of the avaricious potentate. It is why history is littered with the wreckage of "vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, and falls on th'other," as Macbeth said. Palin is a nightmare. But we have yet to face the more awful truth: This spectacle says far more about us than it does about Palin. Be it adoration or scorn, we acknowledge her. Therefore she exists. As the Bard might say, something is indeed rotten in the state of Denmark, and Heaven will not likely direct it.