Okay, I'll admit it was a little disturbing to see Arizona Governor Jan Brewer take a mental siesta in the middle of her first (and apparently only) gubernatorial debate. Lord knows, it was an entertaining performance, which nearly covered up her inability to think in real time: Searching her papers in vain for any sign of her accomplishments, batting her Bambi-in-the-headlights lashes, and giggling like an oldtime prom queen who knows full well the class nerd gave her the midterm answers, if she could just remember what arm they're written on.
She's lucky she's blonde, because if her "Vhere are your papers" law tests suspected illegals on their command of English, then she's one traffic-stop away from a bus ride to Mexicali in an orange jumpsuit.
On the other hand, I have a purely selfish reaction to her condition: That it's better to have her selling off Arizona landmarks, appointing hangin' judges and generally running her state into the ground...than, say, operating a motor vehicle on interstates that lead to mine.
I do rest assured that she will rise no further than the Arizona state house. Americans would never elect a president who became dazed and confused in a crisis.
Still, fairness compels me to point out that there could be a dozen reasonable excuses for her behavior.