A British view of the Palin-Biden debat
We're apparently so hypnotized here in the States by the process -- as explained and critiqued by our media punditry -- that we've come to think that rising to the lowest of expectations can be seen as victory... to judge by a not-so-quick survey of the punditry this post-debate morning.
But in the London Times' Times Online, writer Chris Ayres isn't having any of the reverse sexist fawning indulged in by so many US writers, seemingly afraid to treat GOP darling Sarah Palin as they would, say, a male candidate for fear of somehow being labeled sexist...
It was hard not to feel just a tiny bit sorry for Joe Biden during last night’s vice-presidential debate.
There he was, a US Senator with a God-given talent for minutia and condescension, his car salesman’s hairdo almost visibly bristling with contempt for the former Alaskan beauty queen standing beside him, but the rules of engagement read to him by his Democrat Party handlers specifically forbade him to say anything that could in any way whatsoever be construed as "talking down" to his vastly less experienced opponent — and therefore to female voters in general.
Even when Palin got a General’s name wrong.
And even when the Alaskan governor appeared to have no clue as to the meaning of "Achilles’ heel".
While his characterizations of Biden are often somewhat unflattering, the spectacle of the exceedingly knowledgeable Biden sharing the stage with the winking, mugging talking point driven neo-populist seemed almost too much for Ayres:
While Biden’s performance was largely an exercise in self-restraint, Palin’s was at once excruciating and possibly brilliant. During one question, she could be seen wiping sweat from between her palms. At other times she winked while making a cheesy clicking noise. At no point did she ever seem comfortable with the English language, never mind the questions at hand. On several occasions she seemed to respond to the moderator by simply stringing a number of memorised phrases together, in no particular order, while looking for all the world like a crippled moose caught in the headlamps of rapidly advancing snowmobile.You can read all of the lengthy -- and moderately droll -- analysis here.

