I woke up this morning after the strangest dream. The whole thing was like a made for TV movie; a comedy. Some totally unqualified small state governor — amiable, attractive, intelligent, but just not prepared — gets selected to be vice president in a crazy effort to win the election. The governor has a household full of kids, eats mooseburgers, and her husband is — get this — a professional snowmobile racer she calls “First Dude.” The whole thing was just wacky.
I woke up before the dream turned from comedy into nightmare.