Oh dear Lord. It’s HIDEOUS!
The beast is unleashed! (Not that it was every properly tied up in the first place.) And now it’s being used and directed by Cheerleader-In-Chief Sarah “Silverman” Palin — guilty as charged of saying reprehensible things will attempting to be adorable.
She has studied from the annals of Patrick J. Buchanan (who has the world’s most obvious and disgusting dirty old man crush on her) and she’s demagoging as fast as she can to make up for her dear soul mate, Johnny Mac’s, lackluster campaigning.
She’s Sarah Palin-Christ, Political Superstar, and she just wants to let you know — there’s something not right about that Barack Obama.
“Well, I was reading my copy of The New York Times the other day, and I was really interested to read about Barack’s friends from Chicago. Turns out, one of his earliest supporters is a man named Bill Ayers. And according to The New York Times, he was a domestic terrorist and part of a group that, quote, ‘launched a campaign of bombings that would target the Pentagon and the U.S. Capitol,’” the Alaska governor said.
“Barack Obama said Ayers was just someone in the neighborhood. But that’s less than truthful. His own top advisor said they were, quote, “certainly friendly.” In fact, Obama held one of the first meetings of his political career in Bill Ayers’s home. And they’ve worked together on various projects in Chicago.”
“Our opponent … is someone who sees America, it seems, as being so imperfect, imperfect enough, that he’s palling around with terrorists who would target their own country.” — Palin, to donors Saturday at a private airport in Englewood, Colo.
“This is someone who sees America as ‘imperfect enough’ to work with a former domestic terrorist who targeted his own country.” — Palin, at a rally Monday in Clearwater, Fla.
“To tell you the truth, Bill, I don’t know why that association isn’t discussed more, because those were appalling things that that pastor had said about our great country, and to have sat in the pews for 20 years and listened to that — with, I don’t know, a sense of condoning it, I guess, because he didn’t get up and leave — to me, that does say something about character. But, you know, I guess that would be a John McCain call on whether he wants to bring that up.” Palin, in an interview with William Kristol, published Monday in The New York Times.
“I’m making it very clear, as I have a couple of times in the past, that there’s no place for that kind of campaigning, and the American people don’t want it.” — McCain, speaking to reporters on April 23 about the North Carolina GOP ad which called Obama “too extreme” because of his association with Wright.
Well, the cat’s out of the bag! Barack Hussein Obama is a secret America-hating terrorist bent on killing “whitey!” Hey, where da white women at, indeed!
But wait? Didn’t this cat get out during the lengthy Democratic Primary with Hillary Clinton where everything from former Weather Underground radical William Ayers was brought up in an ABC News debate to Rev. Jeremiah Wright’s greatest hits played ad nausem on the cable news? And didn’t that cat do nothing since he still was nominated as the head of the Democratic ticket?
Funny thing that lengthy Democratic Primary, the sparring with Sen. Hillary Clinton mixed with the media’s desire to hop on the salacious story of the week, be it Hillary avoiding sniper fire in the former Yugoslavia to whether or not Obama was “black enough,” everything that could come out about Barack and his wife Michelle is already out, has already been examined and is already old news.
To be blunt, we already went through this. He’s been vetted, thoroughly no matter what backwards world you’re living in. The press ran with whatever angle they could find (Rezko, that Madrassa rumor) and found nada. What new are Xena Warrior Smear Princess and Mr. Maverick Magoo going to find? Are they going to bust out that picture of Obama in traditional Somali garb? (Done that.) Play that misquote by Michelle Obama loving her country for the first time? (Been there.) Find that “whitey” tape? (Urban legend.)
That’s the downside the long campaign. You’re playing the media’s greatest hits from five months ago. You’re too late. Unless you find something new all you’re doing is preaching to the Sean Hannity choir.
But don’t let me stop you. Please, discuss this instead of the fact that we’re all screwed because there’s between $16 and $60 trillion in funny money out there according to 60 Minutes. Go ahead. Get the yokels all riled up in this “us against the world” garbage that the ruling class has been using it since early colonists used the “specialness” of whiteness to separate white indentured servants from black indentured servants who were, quite suddenly, turned into slaves.
We know why they do it. For the base, the mau-mauing just plain works.
Palin’s routine attacks on the media have begun to spill into ugliness. In Clearwater, arriving reporters were greeted with shouts and taunts by the crowd of about 3,000. Palin then went on to blame Katie Couric’s questions for her “less-than-successful interview with kinda mainstream media.” At that, Palin supporters turned on reporters in the press area, waving thunder sticks and shouting abuse. Others hurled obscenities at a camera crew. One Palin supporter shouted a racial epithet at an African American sound man for a network and told him, ‘Sit down, boy.’
Nice. “Sit down, boy.” As I’ve half-joked, half-seriously said, can we just bust out with the N-jokes already, because I’m tired of this “golly gee gosh,” wink, wink “elitist is the new uppity” baloney. Gimmie the straight bigotry, no chaser. Reveal yourself as the baseless, desperate, ruthless political pugilist you are, Sarah, Plain and Full of Gall. So tough you can sling these words in front of 3,000 faithful, but so fearful that you can’t say one word to a reporter who doesn’t come from FOX News — and even then you barely talk to them.
They’re all the enemy (even though other Republicans talk to them all the time with little problem).
Let’s face it. If it doesn’t involve rote memorization or a stump speech you are stumped by anything that requires deep thought. Or even cursory thought. You claim annoyance with Katie Couric’s “gotcha” questions of “what do you read?” and “what Supreme Court case do you disagree with?” Perhaps if she’d asked what your favorite color was or your views on the New England Patriot’s “Spygate” scandal of 2007?
All of this to distract us from the truth — that the McCain hath no clothes. That the economy has left him bare. That his own risks have left him with the taint of one who is too dangerous to lead. That he is the wild one and the young guy, he’s the calm in the midst of the hurricane.
McCain is all Rita, all Katrina, all Ike all the time. A whirling dervish of desperation, hiding behind the skirt of a political light weight refashioned as the not-so-heavy. But can he throw that Ayers laced punch himself at the second debate? Can he go even further? Even in that first non-game changed debate, McCain spent most of it looking agitated, as if he could tell he wasn’t making up any ground. And looking constipated did not endear him to voters who threw the debate to Hopey McChange.
Damn that Hopey McChange! Johnny Mac tried to be Maverick McChange, but it didn’t really catch on. So then he ripped some Kenny Loggins and took us all to the danger zone. Maverick’s in the hizz house, bizz-itches, and he marches behind with the woman everyone really came to see.
Manufactured hype, no wind in the sails. All looking, no touchy-touchy! All style, no substance. And isn’t that what they used to say about our dear Hopey?
To quote the malapropism Bart Simpson once uttered, “The ironing is delicious.”
So this is the campaign, Johnny Mac? Now that you’ve stopped even trying to explain what you’d do to save us all from financial doom. Now that you don’t bother to offer a tepid exit strategy in Iraq. You’ve pulled out of Michigan, announcing it, another contradiction — letting the opposition know what you’re going to do.
Plus, no one told the Palinator. She really wanted to give Michigan shot. Back of the bus, honey. Your job is to look good while saying douchey things, not interrupt the menfolks as they do their hardest to mismanage this boondoggle.
It’s time to double-down and get ugly as McCain continues his MacBeth march to infamy. Better to go down in a blaze of hate (or a blaze of glory if the stunt works), than out with a whimper a capitulation. No need to put on niceties or heirs. The high road was abandoned a long time ago.
To rework some Robert Frost:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the one lowest one,
And that has made all the difference.