Still, it at some point must be admitted that this is just too good to pass up.
I can but imagine the nightmares that one John S. McCain has lived with, knowing that this moment must come–Sarah would write a book!
We cannot feel a bit sorry for the old codger. He asked for this, exactly this actually. He purposefully chose an incompetent but comely woman in the hopes of resurrecting a dying campaign. He, in his, sexist world, bet the house that women would be so thankful for any woman running for the almost presidency, that they would abandon all ideology in favor of pure girl power.
He bet wrong, because shocks of all shocks, he was dead wrong. And the consequences, as they say, can be a bitch. It is unalterably true that after the short bump, McCain’s fortunes began a steady downward fall as the public got to know his dream barbie. And with that, it was also unalterably true that said barbie would write a book throwing off the defeat at someone else’s feet. Certainly not her own.
So the weary warrior begged his campaign team to lay low, and most especially not to comment on the diva’s ghost written blame book. He begged them not to, because he was in a no-win situation. If he condemned his little Muppet sidekick, he risked the ugly truth that he had knowingly chosen an incompetent person at a critical time in history to be but a heartbeat from supreme power. If he took the high-road and refused to condemn her, he allowed her condemnation of his team to go unanswered.
He decided that silence was the best response. Never explain. Yet the troops refused to comply as most of them figure they have lives yet to lead and jobs yet to get and there is no way they are going to go quietly into the night or languish twisting in the wind.
And so the farce begins. Sarah has begun her “book” tour, and for the most part, is engaging in the same, half finished sentences, thoughts, jumbled up, stream of conscience drivel that we so have come to expect. And not only from the McCain VEEP team, but also from media, and worse yet from her own mouth, the lies are becoming apparent.
And outright lying is what it is all about. Republicans for reasons that are not at all clear, continue to believe that anything they say is immediately wiped from the tv, radio and print media archives. She now categorically claims she never said “she could see Russia from her house.” Technically, she didn’t, but she alleged that her state’s proximity to Russia gave her unique abilities of perception, and “did you know Charlie that there are land places in Alaska from which you can see Russia?” Indeed my demented little miss, but so what?
She tells Oprah or Barbara that there was no family vote on her taking of the VP offer, yet she tells Bill-O the Clown that there was a family vote and it was unanimous.
She categorically blames the entire loss on the economy tanking. Nothing to do with her at all. She claims its unfair to ask about her wacko ministers in Wasilla would are extracting demons from people, since she barely ever attends, and then suggests that the Rev. Wright was fair game in the campaign.
She admits her daddy was a science teacher, and then tries to please her right wing crazies by agreeing with creationism, all the while Rethug insiders say she was questioned carefully as part of the vetting, and they were satisfied she was at best an ID proponent, with little of any real understanding of what it even meant anyway.
She claims she learned that the campaign was leaving Michigan as a lost cost from a reporter, but footage of the event shows categorically that she told the reporter she had read the reports herself, and had heard of these intentions and didn’t agree.
Sarah is simply a liar, and doesn’t work any harder than most of the crazy right wing to hide it. She, like her compatriots at Foxy Noise have such a low opinion of their cultish followers, that they know these inconsistencies won’t come to them or won’t be granted any importance if they do. Illogical people are perfectly set to believe illogical arguments.
Mostly, Sarah just continues to embarrass me as a woman. Women have had to fight long and hard to be taken seriously in all areas of life beyond the home. We continue to labor and receive unfair wages for our efforts. We continue to have to be better than most men to get our toe in the door.
It is a shocking shame to most of us, that an air-brain dilettante like Sarah Palin has the unmitigated gall to “represent” us. It is as if some male gay porn star was elevated to be the spokesperson for gay marriage. With “friends” like this, who needs enemies.
Worse, it has divided women, and forced educated and thinking women to be embarrassed by all those women who have so little political acumen that someone “just like me” is what they consider viable as a candidate for President of the United States of America.
So Sarah, please, spare me. Go home with your trigs and bristol meyers, and other oddly named progeny, and leave the discussion to adults. You are so far out of your league. We just got through apologizing to the world for our insufferable lack of paying attention in the elections of one George W. If you keep asking us to take you seriously, no doubt we will soon be swamped with the psychiatric bills of millions overseas who are ready to bunker down at the thought that you are looking Putin in the eye.