CHARLIE GIBSON: You said recently, in your old church, “Our national leaders are sending U.S. soldiers on a task that is from God.” Are we fighting a holy war?
SARAH PALIN: You know, I don’t know if that was my exact quote.
CHARLIE GIBSON: Exact words.
~ABC News Interview, Sept. 11, 2008

Ok, fine. Sarah Pork Barrel Palin is attractive, especially when she stands next to the dorks in politics. Still, when pretty people start spouting Christian dogma and run-on about creationism in school, tasks from God in Iraq, and a bunch of provincial wedge issues, doesn’t that take the shine off the dime?
I’ve been wondering why everyone is so in love with Sarah Palin. And I’ve finally decided it’s because she seems like a regular-Jane. She’s a hockey mom whose husband got a DUI and teenage daughter got knocked up. If you’re one of the few Americans that can’t relate, let me just say “there but for the grace of god, (sex education, and responsible drinking) go you.”
Palin’s not one of those snooty intellectuals. She got her BS from a Tier-3 school after a little university hopping. Academic rigor isn’t really her thing. But she was voted Miss Congeniality in the 1984 Miss Alaska contest. People like her! (Well, Charlie Gibson doesn’t. But he’s probably not keen on her attempts to censor her staff or ban books. Professional journalists are so picky about free speech.)
If we valued intelligence, we would have elected the Gore – Lieberman dream team (sigh). But honestly, what does it matter? The VP is just a do-nothing figurehead (cough-Cheney-cough). And nobody likes you if you’re too smart (Hillary). Or too clever (Paul Tsongas). Or too peaceful (Dennis Kucinich).
It’s not as if the geniuses are running the show here. Consider the picture of Walter Reed Middle School appearing up on the big screen at the RNC. First, who cares? Second, would it really have been that much better to have seen an image of Walter Reed Army Medical Center? All of the ill-treated head injury patients make it impossible to get a photo of that place without some bandaged Iraqi War Vet in the background. So, someone on the campaign staff searched the name and got the wrong image. Like, you can’t, like, be expected to know, like, everything. (If you’re not squeamish, go ahead and do your own image search of Walter Reed Army Medical Center. See what you come up with.)
I wonder if the campaign volunteer who got the Walter Reed photo wrong watched the VMAs and smiled when “blind trust” Britney sat silently after Russell Brand begged US to elect Obama. I’m referring to Britney’s long time support of “that retarded cowboy fellow,” which was Brand’s name for Dubya (in case you missed it). People who prefer respect for our leaders over free speech for Brits in the US got all bunched up about that. Jeez, those British folks sound so smart with their Winston Churchill accents, but don’t they know by now that we don’t mix politics with our pop culture. We mix politics with religion. Sheesh.
I went to my local Jazz Festival last weekend and was sitting on the hill enjoying the music, occasionally reading a book that was not in danger of being banned from my local library, when I noticed someone in front of me wearing a T-shirt that read “Nobama.” Not that I don’t appreciate someone making their politics known (especially when it’s Nina Simone’s daughter Simone on-stage advocating for Obama). But “Nobama” at a Jazz Fest? I thought, generally speaking, Jazz fans, and supporters of all arty-type festivals, were left of center. Of, course, I wasn’t really surprised. PA’s a purple state.
When the T-shirt wearer turned, I realized that I knew exactly who was sporting the Nobama shirt. It was someone I know … and like. Someone I spent lots of good times with having drinks and telling jokes. Sigh. Shine off the dime.
