reprinted with permission from PAXAMERICANRoman Koons of PAXAMERICAN.com writes:
The tantalizing expose in this month’s Vanity Fair provides a glimpse into the middle class home life of Sarah Palin. Levi Johnson’s exclusive interview describes Palin’s domestic situation as one familiar to many Americans. Palin existing day to day in a somewhat loveless marriage of convenience to Todd. The portrait of an exhausted Mom returning home from the Governor’s office to ignore her children while watching television in her sweats. Her husband ignores her while he fiddles with gadgets in the garage. Suddenly John McCain Googles her and throws a Hail Mary pass tapping Palin as his running mate. Either McCain has gone cynical and wants to counter a black guy with a woman, or his horny Episcopalian urges have returned and he and Cindy want to tap that ass in a Scottsdale swingfest. Sarah Palin is taken from her mundane existence as an up and coming Governor of a remote state and elevated into the glare of national politics.
Palin is singularly the most intriguing potential saviour of the GOP both admired and hated for her ability to connect with NASCAR dads and Soccer Moms. With the GOP in tatters, playing defense as the party of no real brand identity, it’s time for the conservative intelligentsia to reevaluate their hopes, dreams, and aspirations. Her Vice Presidential candidacy will live on in the annals of folklore and American Electoral politics. Sarah Palin is a sexual story.
Sarah Palin’s candidacy perpetuates the myth that anyone can be a heart beat away from the Presidency or even be the President. A half African guy from Hawaii who chilled in Indonesia or a Soccer Mom from Alaska? The ultimate antidote to the WASP establishment that produced George W Bush. What is the anthropological meaning of Sarah Palin?
Palin’s candidacy opens up more disturbing questions than it does answers. Are the global elite reckless enough to put America’s fate into that hands of a woman from Wasilla, Alaska who hangs out with Black Helicopter Steve?
Are presidential candidates put under powerful psychotic drugs that make their dispositions irrelevant?
Is there truly no global elite, are we really at the whim of fate? Could Sarah Palin really have been one heartbeat away from the office of President and would this have been a bad thing?
Democratic pundits have pointed out Levi’s less than flattering portrayal of a power mad, money- hungry Sarah entering the world of electoral politics as the final nail in the coffin.
I admit it’s more likely that Palin will end up as Dan Quayle, with a prettier face, than an elder stateswoman. Whether or not she can resurrect herself from political Armageddon depends upon her drive, tenacity, and brand management.
Levi’s protrayal is through the prism of his own unambitious middle class scarcity. Levi see’s Palin as a manipulative social climber, disillusioned with the job of Governor of Alaska and seeking a fat paycheck as a political commentator. This isn’t particularly damning, continuing on as Governor of Alaska isn’t something many rational people would want to do when given the opportunity to make millions of dollars presents itself and you have 5 kids. Only time will tell if Palin can use her Twitter page to return to center stage. The questions about her candiacy continue…
- Does the President of the United States have any power or is the Government run by a Shadow Government that feeds the President limited information and allows them to make remedial “decisions”
- Would the elite trust a non vetted Soccer Mom from Wasilia Alaska to maintain America’s place in the world order ?
- Was John McCain throwing the election the entire time? That sure didn’t look like the typical Republican conventions that we remember?
- If McCain had died in office would Palin have become President and would Henry Kissinger been able to push his agenda?
- Does the President have any power, or are they fed a steady stream of information and psychoactive drugs that make them appear to have early onset Alzheimers?(see George W Bush, Ronald Reagan)
I’ve long been a fan of Charlie Sheen and his unique juxtaposition of sexual addiction and political paranoia. The fact that his personal disappointment and artistic exile to situational comedy has proven hugely successful to middle America, illustrates the raw talent Charlie possesses as an actor. I was quite upset when I found out that Oliver Stone had refused to cast Sheen in his upcoming sequel to Wall Street, The Money Never Sleeps. It would have been nice to see Sheen return to the Silver screen in a role that didn’t require him to wear a silk shirt. The respect for Sheen and his conquests are at an all time high today.
