I Don’t Care if Sarah Palin Has a Mustache.

I don’t care if Sarah Palin has a mustache.

I don’t even care if the GOP gave her a $150,000 makeover because she was Not Ready For Prime Time (though I love the irony, given how Tina Fey’s successful lampoon has once again resurrected SNL).

I don’t care what Obama’s middle name is (although I do think that assigning him a religious affiliation because of his name is as silly as saying that Tiger Woods must be an animal carved from mahogany).

I don’t care if John McCain left his wife for a younger, prettier, richer, addicted version.

I don’t care if Joe Biden is mouthy.

The realm of mindless news used to be limited to celebrity gossip. But this is the Presidential election, and arguably this century's most important yet.

What counts is policies and positions, but even these are secondary to Courage, Character and Integrity. The real, authentic, down-deep stuff. The stuff of LEADERSHIP.

We’re living in a world where families who may already have been living paycheck-to-paycheck are now dangerously close to being turned out into the street. The recurrent refrain in earnings calls is not IF jobs will be lost, but how many. Well-intended bail-outs and incentive checks are being stored for a rainy day (whether that’s right or wrong is a subject for another day).

For now, we need to be able to hang on, toughen up, and deal with the mess we’re in.

In two weeks, we need to pick the leader who we believe is the best qualified to help us do that.

And that has really nothing to do with the candidates’ choice of greenery, or dress size, or whether they have a tattoo or color their hair.

Our country and the world are in crisis; Nobel-winning economists are regularly making comparisons to The Great Depression.

I only wonder if they have mustaches.