All right, let’s face it. I HATE politics.

Anyone who’s been on the inside track in journalism knows that everything we read and hear is nothing but Jo Blow’s big fat opinion. Heck, all you have to do is read/listen to the evening news to key in on that piece of soft evidence. Spun, twisted, tweaked, you name it. I never watch the news and I find myself so instantly hot about politics when they do come up, I can’t even stand to think about them. I listen to Rush. I never speak of it.

But tonight, TONIGHT! Glorious day, glorious hour. After listening to Sarah Palin speak to America, I have no doubt that every single man who’s ever made a run for the white house is wishing he would have been smart enough to snag a PTA mom as his running mate. To heck with McCain, who’s he? I’m voting for Sarah Palin.

When you think about it, it’s like a good marriage. In My Big Fat Greek Wedding the mother tells her daughter something important: The man is the head, but the woman is the neck. I have the feeling Old Johnny Boy didn’t realize what happens when you sign on with Hockey/Soccer/Bossy Boss Boss mom. There’s nothing like a fresh, blunt, feminine approach in the long fight of fixing this country. She is very possibly the best thing that’s happened to politics since Lincoln.

I’ll tell you what else. Her life is so not perfect. Daughter knocked up, late pregnancy and a lifetime of challenges for her family, and guess what? She’s still going strong. She is proof that good people can come through hard times and still be good people. She is proof that average women who run households and “organizations” like scouting, car pools, Halloween parties and food drives, can, do and will make a difference.

The best part? She’s actually got me thinking of branching out of my own little fog and dabbling in something more than my blog. In fact, I am pleased to announce that this year in Harrison’s kindergarten class, I am the Room Mother. That’s right, I’ve stepped into a serious leadership role. Who knows? In four years when she runs for president, I could be her VP!

I think I found my new best friend. Too bad she doesn’t blog.