Gordon Brown and … er … Sarah Palin
When Sarah Palin came bounding into the world’s consciousness this week, like Annie Oakley riding shotgun on the Deadwood stage, those of us who don’t read the Guardian gave a big cheer. America had its own Margaret Thatcher at last.

Sarah Palin and mischievous daughter at her elbow
Since then the Rottweilers of the Left have been out to savage her every thought and action, even her family is not out of bounds. Barack Obama went 15 points ahead in the polls. It looked like John McCain had made a game-over error of judgement.
But, just as you could never keep Margaret Thatcher down for more than a moment, back came the exuberant Palin with a speech and a performance that left the Republican Convention in paroxysms of delight.
A heartbeat from the Presidency? Bring it on!
Already, she has developed such momentum that quiet-man Obama and his grey Kinnochio sidekick haven’t a hope in Hades of stopping her. This Alaskan pipeline goes all the way to the White House.
I’ve been forecasting a John McCain win in Syntagma since February and, although I’m not claiming victory yet, I’m more confident than ever that it’s hovering over the bag.
The Clintons must be livid. Hillary may have met her Nemesis — the woman who will become America’s first female President. Poetic justice is washing over Washington.
Now what does this tell us about the plight of the British grey ghost, Gordon Brown?
He would never have done what McCain did this week: chance everything on one bold throw of the dice. Fortune favours the brave and Gordon was not born to break the bank at Monte Carlo.
In extremis, the gambler’s instinct is the only card he has left to play. Fail to deploy it and the party’s over. McCain played his deftly and now looks a good bet for Pennsylvania Avenue in January.
Brown could go with dignity, of course, but not with honour, as Charles Clarke suggested yesterday. He has blown whatever honour he had when he signed the country away to a foreign power, against the wishes of its people, and ratted on his promise of a referendum he knew he would lose.
A recent university study suggests that people who daydream are more creative than those who don’t. Their reveries make new and unusual connections in their minds, releasing many more possibilities for action. Accountant types who spend their time studying statistics and facts limit themselves to what has been prepared for them.
The fact is, Gordon Brown doesn’t do brown studies — an old term for a reverie. He’s no daydream believer, so his words and decisions always lack originality, zing and bounce.
John McCain revealed this week that he can wave his wand and make magic. He’s got his opponents in a spin and they know it. His gamble has paydirt written all over it.
Gordon Brown should sit at John McCain’s feet and seek the mojo that makes a man a leader.


He came, he lingered awhile, then he left. I know he was here because I had a glimpse of him in Horseguards Parade with Gordon Brown, and saying a few words outside Number 10.
Remember the old song that begins: “Happy days are here again, The skies above are clear again, So let’s sing a song of cheer again, Happy days are here again.”?
America’s Presidential election could be decided by which of the three big isms — racism, sexism and ageism — the country is least susceptible to.
