This week, Sarah Palin proclaimed that we need Joe (Jane) Six Pack in the White House, because, as she put it, we’ve never had Joe Six Pack in the Office of the Vice Presidency before:
“It’s time that normal Joe Six-pack American is finally represented in the position of vice presidency,” the Republican vice presidential candidate told radio talk show host Hugh Hewitt.
Palin said if she and John McCain win, they will “put government back on the side of the people of Joe Six-pack like me.”
Palin said she and her husband, Todd, have been affected by the economic downturn.
“I know what Americans are going through,” she said a day after a record 778-point plunge on Wall Street. “Todd and I, heck, we’re going through that right now even as we speak, which may put me again kind of on the outs of those Washington elite who don’t like the idea of just an everyday, working-class American running for such an office.”
Perhaps she qualified “vice president” because supposedly, we’ve had Joe Six Pack in the Oval Office for eight years now. As I posted on this space back in April, the American public was bamboozled with this ham-handed theme before. Here’s Peggy Noonan doing her thing for Bush back in 2004:
I was asked this week why the president seems so attractive to the heartland, to what used to be called Middle America. A big question. I found my mind going to this word: normal.
Mr. Bush is the triumph of the seemingly average American man. He’s normal. He thinks in a sort of common-sense way. He speaks the language of business and sports and politics. You know him. He’s not exotic. But if there’s a fire on the block, he’ll run out and help. He’ll help direct the rig to the right house and count the kids coming out and say, “Where’s Sally?” He’s responsible. He’s not an intellectual. Intellectuals start all the trouble in the world. And then when the fire comes they say, “I warned Joe about that furnace.” And, “Does Joe have children?” And “I saw a fire once. It spreads like syrup. No, it spreads like explosive syrup. No, it’s formidable and yet fleeting.” When the fire comes they talk. Bush ain’t that guy. Republicans love the guy who ain’t that guy. Americans love the guy who ain’t that guy.
Someone said to me: But how can you call him normal when he came from such privilege? Indeed he did. But there’s nothing lemonade-on-the-porch-overlooking-the-links-at-the-country-club about Mr. Bush. He isn’t smooth. He actually has some of the roughness and the resentments of the self-made man. I think the reason for this is Texas. He grew up in a white T-shirt and jeans playing ball in the street with the other kids in the subdivision. Barbara Bush wasn’t exactly fancy. They lived like everyone else. She spoke to me once with great nostalgia of her early days in Texas, when she and her husband and young George slept in the same bed in an apartment in Midland. A prostitute lived in the complex. Barbara Bush just thought she was popular. Then they lived in a series of suburban houses.
There were plenty of references to drinking beer with Bush back then, too. Palin’s pitch is obviously to the so-called base, which is hard-wired to Hewitt and Red State and the rest, but let’s be serious, President Six Pack’s public approval ratings are in the toilet. Given what’s happening this week, I think the American public is quite over looking to Norm Peterson on a bar stool to solve the nation’s problems.