Sad little man

Normally, "sad little man" is what I call basketball officials. I'm thinking this upcoming hoops season, I may just taunt them with "John McCain." He is now the ultimate sad little man, in my book. I've read a couple of things recently, one by a reporter who has covered him for the last 20+ years and the other in Rolling Stone, that make him out to be a petty crybaby.

Then again, if Sarah Palin were my running mate, I'd be crying in my oatmeal every morning. She's like the popular girl in high school who smiled to your face while stabbing you in the back. Except most people grow out of that stage. She not only hasn't, she's taken it to a whole new level. I find it very disturbing that there are people in her audiences who are shouting out "Kill him!" in reference to Obama. Where's the outrage over such comments from the McCain-Palin camp? And it's bad enough that they won't let the media near Palin, but now they aren't allowing the media to speak to supporters.

I mean, we all know that Tonya has some baggage, and I've been known to flip off a driver or two (hey, I'm on a bicycle - you don't need to cut me off). But if I ever heard anyone shouting out death threats to an opponent, I'd nip that in the bud. But, you know, I'm not a sad little man.

Anyhoo...Palin's tax returns for the last two years finally came out last week. My sister asked me how a family with that income can have over $2M in assets. The only thing I can think of is that they clearly have no plans to send their children to college.