My grandmother has been dead for three years. But I still often hear her voice. It's not a sign of mental illness. I just knew her really well. By the time she died in her 103rd year, I knew her so well that I could guess with a very high degree of certainty how she would react to almost anything-- especially when it came to brides, bimbos, anyone with a big bottom, and especially babies.

Grandma adored babies, and had very strong opinions about their care and wellbeing. So while I watched the Republican convention-- and more recently the Palin-Biden debate-- I could hear my grandmother saying with just a hint (but, oh, such a hint!) of scorn in her tone: "At this hour of the night, why is she schlepping around that poor little Mongoloid baby? Can't they find a babysitter?"

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Grandma was old school, so her use of the long-discarded term for Down Syndrome would have been without malice. On the other hand, the babysitter remark would have been meant for the jugular. No baby in my grandmother's care, especially a special needs infant, would be up way past its bedtime in a room filled with thousands of cheering Republican (or Democratic, for that matter) delegates. Never. "What are they thinking?" my grandmother would have asked with exasperation, followed by an icy, "She calls herself a mother?"

Sarah Palin indeed calls herself a mother--a hockey mom to be precise--and she uses that credential as both evidence of her ability to understand average Americans and as an argument for why she's the right person to serve as vice president alongside John McCain. Whatever. My grandmother would argue, "If that's what she'd do to her own baby to give herself a leg up, what else would she do?"

I don't want to imagine. But if we're really unlucky, after November 4, the Palin baby isn't the only one who will be losing sleep over the next four years.

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