If you must know all things Palin here is yet another Whacko from Wasilla piece. This time done by Vanity Fair.
If this doesn’t grab you then continue on to a post of a can of beans or something…
Just where that storm may be heading is one of the most intriguing issues in American politics today. Palin is at once the sexiest and the riskiest brand in the Republican Party. Her appeal to people in the party (and in the country) who share her convictions and resentments is profound. The fascination is viral, and global. Bill McAllister, until recently Palin’s statehouse spokesman, says that he has fielded (and declined) interview requests from France, England, Italy, Switzerland, Israel, Germany, Bulgaria, “and probably other countries I’ve forgotten about.” (Palin, keeping her distance from most domestic media as well, also declined to talk to V.F.). Whatever her political future, the emergence of Sarah Palin raises questions that will not soon go away. What does it say about the nature of modern American politics that a public official who often seems proud of what she does not know is not only accepted but applauded? What does her prominence say about the importance of having (or lacking) a record of achievement in public life? Why did so many skilled veterans of the Republican Party—long regarded as the more adroit team in presidential politics—keep loyally working for her election even after they privately realized she was casual about the truth and totally unfit for the vice-presidency? Perhaps most painful, how could John McCain, one of the cagiest survivors in contemporary politics—with a fine appreciation of life’s injustices and absurdities, a love for the sweep of history, and an overdeveloped sense of his own integrity and honor—ever have picked a person whose utter shortage of qualification for her proposed job all but disqualified him for his?
huzzzahhh! I could have said what this cat said. “Sarah Palin is an idiot, but because she is somewhat sexy they seem to abandon their typically on the mark political suave. Even the somewhat morally bankrupt POW fell for her BS.
Then there is this one:
Palin is unlike any other national figure in modern American life—neither Anna Nicole Smith nor Margaret Chase Smith but a phenomenon all her own. The clouds of tabloid conflict and controversy that swirl around her and her extended clan—the surprise pregnancies, the two-bit blood feuds, the tawdry in-laws and common-law kin caught selling drugs or poaching game—give her family a singular status in the rogues’ gallery of political relatives. By comparison, Billy Carter, Donald Nixon, and Roger Clinton seem like avatars of circumspection. Palin’s life has sometimes played out like an unholy amalgam of Desperate Housewives and Northern Exposure.
Mamory Nicole Smith….delicious. Palin being compared to the chick that made Guess jeans the must wear pants for everyone? The girl that when you turned open any magazine was right there in black in white, sexy as ever, big pouty lips, curves like an hourglass? I get the point but, isn’t there some other train wreck of a model/star out there? Cindy Margolis? Pam? The chick from Facts of Life?
Anyway, read it. She’s a piece of shit. Religious conservatives are pathetic and stupid. Her family is a sitcom funnier than that show on Fox where the guy sells propane. The people that surround her are nothing more than glory hunters sucking off her ample (not for breastfeeding) bosoms.