What I'd Like to Hear Sarah Say

In her speech tonight I'd like to hear her paraphrase a line from Pink Floyd's Wall:

Hey, Screachers, Leave those kids alone!

The moral authority of a strict, no nonsense mom is a big part of what got her where she is, and a "look at me when I'm talking to you" from her tonight might shame even the shameless drive-by's into silence.

Recall Barack Obama's straight-on come back to Maureen Dowd, who early on dared the attempt to "toughen him up" by joking about his ears. Heard anything about the taxicab ears of the Light Worker lately?

Of course, she is going up against the Old Girl's Network, and they are not happy about some upstart Annie Oakley pushing into the room. But perhaps, with a whip and chair in hand, she can back the ill-tempered cats back onto their stools and take control of the Big Tent tonight. And that I think will be key: she needs to let the media know in no uncertain terms that she knows the game they are playing, and that she can beat them at it.

She can take care of herself. She answered concerns about her preparedness from the McCain professionals with this quip: Know what the difference between a hockey mom and a pit bull is?

Lipstick.