Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Chachaco or Sourdough, one thing is for sure......

... and that thing is, you're never getting your records back.

People have said a lot of things about where Sarah Palin came from, where she was and where she is going. The truth is that she came from a cynical part of the Republican party, that saw that they were losing, and they grasped at a straw, or a piece of fireweed, growing along the frost-heaves, maybe, that they could steal enough Democrats away to win if they nominated ANY woman. They really didn't care who, so long as they could use her to continue the Rove/Cheney administration, and sadly, if they had chosen better, it might have worked. But it became more than abundantly clear that she was just too far out for anyone with the smallest amount of common sense. To begin with, she was the leader of Alaska, and, no disrespect, everyone in Alaska is totally nuts. No disrespect. You put people in a climate like that, and then make it dark, or at least severely reduced daylight for half the year, and it's a wonder they haven't started eating each other alive. No disrespect. (Thanks to Jon Stewart for introducing me to that wonderful phrase)

Now that she's quit as governor of Alaska, and, sorry, there's no two ways about it, she quit, she quit, she quit, and may she shoot me from an airplane if it should be otherwise, what is she going to do? The funniest/most terrifying scenario is that she will become the "White Oprah". Shudder.....

But really, what she is, what she has become, is America's psycho stalker ex-girlfriend. Once exposed to the glow of the TV lights, she became hypnotized, and did the most dangerous thing known to man, she started to believe her own propaganda. She'll never be able to believe that It Is Over. She "will not be ignored." Now she'll never leave America alone. She'll call at all hours, vandalize our car, send us creepy, threatening emails, and one thing is for sure.. we're not getting our record collection back.

1 comment:

brucedene said...

Well put, amigo. Say, um, is that photo ferreals?