What I like about plane is his resourcefulness. ALWAYS, you can count on this man to come up with something. Anything. A straw, if he were drowning. A match, if he were in a dynamite factory.
This is the first time I have heard the Vice Presidency of the United States of America described as "on the job training." Here I always thought that the Veep was there to step in any time when the roof falls in, nobody but God knowing when that would be.
Ah, but this time round, we have better than God. We have Candidate John Insane, "war hero," 72-year-old four-time cancer survivor with some weird growth blowing out the whole left side of his face who KNOWS (and don't ask him how, he's got a very short fuse) that he won't be called to that Great War-Crimes Prison in the sky unless and until Miss Almost Alaska has completed her course of "on-the-job training" with the Master himself. Proving in her case only the utter unimportance and insignificance of "experience" and "ability to be Commander in Chief" because believe me folks, when and if the time comes, she will be ready.
plane, your candidate is FUCKED. And he did it all to himself. There is no way on this fucking earth that he will be able to weasel out of this one. Either he gambled the "security" of the entire nation on his own ability to out-live Miss Almost Alaska's training period, or "experience" was never the factor he claimed it was. And nobody's gonna believe he gambled with the nation's security, especially when there were plenty of more "experienced" candidates to choose from.