Friday, January 22, 2016
Sarah Palin and the Con Redneck Road to Ruin
I haven't written a post about Sarah Palin, the redneck from Wasilla, for about eight years.
Back when the one they called The Barracuda was running for Vice President of the United States.
Back in the days when people were taking her candidacy seriously.
And even Maureen Dowd was calling her My Fair Veep.
Sarah, who is now so renowned that she is known merely by one name and has a name ID of 90 percent, has to be a Kmart mom who appeals to Kmart moms and dads. She’s already shown that she can shoot the pig, put lipstick on it, bring home the bacon and fry it up in a pan. Now all she has to do is also prove that she can be the leader of the free world on a moment’s notice, and field dress Putin as adeptly as she can a moose.
Back in the days when Rex Murphy was defending her and blasting the media for attacking his darling Sarah, instead of the Muslim in the White House.
The ferocity they applied to the Republican vice-presidential candidate, Sarah Palin, in contrast with the timidity they brought to his campaign, will in time come to be seen as one of the most shameful episodes in American journalism. Not so much for what they did to Ms. Palin, but for what they neglected to do in examining the candidate for the office that really counted.
As only that ghastly Con teabagger could...
And I was trying to decide whether I could afford to buy a copy of Palin's greatest hits.
Where like Murphy she blows a big flute...
And of course trying to calculate how long we would all live if she ever became President.
But that was before I realized The Barracuda was after all just a drunken redneck loser...
And now that I've read her deranged speech endorsing Donald Trump, and see that she's threatening to take a big bite out of the RepubliCon party.
Our own GOP machine, the establishment, they who would assemble the political landscape, they’re attacking their own frontrunner. Now would the Left ever, would the DNC ever come after their frontrunner and her supporters? No because they don’t eat their own, they don’t self-destruct.
All I can say is hee haw, hee haw, go Sarah go...
You know, if you write Wasilla backwards it spells out ALL I SAW
But all I see is madness.
And yet another Con story with a happy ending...
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