Swiftly sinking into the sunset

Political comedian Will Durst once said that if this were a truly rational world, candidates such as Dan Quayle (running for president in 2000) would have their frontal lobes scraped simply for thinking they were worthy.

Where is Durst now that we really need him?

The thought that Sarah Palin could become president would seem to authorize an entire scraping festival — Palin herself, John McCain for nominating her and the Republican Party for going along with it.

In the 1950s, there was a joke going around that Roosevelt proved you could be president forever, Truman proved that anyone could be president and Eisenhower proved we didn’t need a president.

All kidding aside, those three names alone ought to show us how far we have slipped in the last 50 years. We don’t have a Roosevelt or a Truman these days. Heck, we don’t even have an Eisenhower. We have Barack Obama — who might be a great man, but probably shouldn’t have run for president until at least 2016 — and John McCain, who seems willing to do anything it takes to get his body into the Oval Office.

But Sarah Palin? Let’s leave sex out of it completely. Mayor of a town that isn’t much more than a truck stop and governor for two years of our second-smallest state. Willing to lie about almost anything, including her love affair with earmarks. And, date I say it, not the sharpest knife in the drawer.

The only reason Palin is even being considered is that Dubya Bush lowered the bar so far that all it takes to be considered is a nice smile and a fighting chance at a three-digit IQ.

Yep, we’re sinking into the sunset.

Pretty fast, too.