Defenses of Sarah Palin keep rolling in, including in the Montana blogosphere. Most of the defenses make no sense. There is the claim that Palin has more experience than Barack Obama, for instance, and the claim that she has more experience than John Edwards did when he ran for vice president.
Neither claim makes much sense to me, but even if they did, so what? John Edwards lost, and not even his most fervent supporters would argue that he had a huge reservoir of experience to draw on. Obama's campaign is based on the argument that he can be a good president without vast experience. And Republican opposition to his claim is based on the argument that he can't -- that he is vastly underprepared and naive and would endanger the country during a time of grave international threats. So putting up someone against him who is at best only marginally more experienced than he is betrays the whole Republican argument. That's especially true when it is rapidly becoming apparent that Palin made serious blunders in her tenure as mayor -- the very experience that we are told now qualifies her to be president -- and that she has told some pretty substantial lies about those blunders, including a stunning whopper right in her very first speech as a vice presidential candidate.
Palin's supporters can argue until they turn blue -- and they probably will -- that her experience trumps Obama's. But what it really does is undermine the case that experience should be an issue at all. I don't see how that can be good for Republicans.
As a side note, claims are surfacing that it is "sexist" to suggest that a new mom with a special needs child and an unwed, pregnant teenager ought to be sticking closer to home. No doubt there is merit in the charge. But take the mom out of the picture. Speaking not as a mom, but as a husband and father, if I were in that situation I would think long and hard before taking a brand-new, time-consuming job that required me to move literally all the way across the country. I'm not saying I wouldn't do it -- vice president is a pretty heady job -- but a part of me would always wonder whether I had done the right thing, particularly knowing with near certainty that taking the job would mean my daughter's problems would become national fodder for late-night comics.