Do I overstate myself? Am I mad with passion? Does she turn me on?
I am just now recovering her acceptance speech. Sweet, Jesus, she is one sexy momma. The thought of her plunking away at wolves from an airplane sends my hormones into a frenzy. Picturing her decked out in her hunting camouflage is better than picturing her naked.
God bless Alaska, the home of drowning polar bears where the answer to global warming is Drill! Drill! Drill!
Sarah is four-square behind McCain’s march to imperial self-destruction. Both subscribe to the knee-jerk militarism that is slowly bleeding America to death.
How beautifully she touts small-town virtues. Sure, the small town she is talking about is the one found on a Hollywood sound stage of the thirties or forties. But who cares when you’re standing up there on the podium before a screaming, orgiastic crowd; who cares about the reality that the Main Street is boarded up because the local Wal-Mart has destroyed it. What difference does it make if our small-town youth are so bored out of their minds with their dead-end lives that they can only find solace in ecstasy and meth?
Her selection as McCain’s running mate was a stroke of genius. She has a god-given talent to appeal to all that is base and bilious in the American psyche. Here’s a woman who would have no trouble organizing a lynch mob. She is sure to lock up the angry White male demographic.
She will never darken her mind with thoughts of “the economy, health care, the sub-prime mortgage crisis, immigration, family planning [or] appointing Supreme Court justices.”
She shares McCain’s vision of an impoverished America where only the wealthy thrive. Nor does she get all wimpy about civil liberties. Any woman who can blow the head off a bunny rabbit isn’t going to get her knickers in a knot over waterboarding.
Listen to her stoke the paranoia as she tears into Obama:
Terrorist states are seeking nuclear weapons without delay; he wants to meet them without preconditions. Al Qaeda terrorists still plot to inflict catastrophic harm on America; he’s worried about reading them their rights.
Progressive sputter that, “It isn’t so,” while the right replies, “Who gives a shit! It sells!” And the Republicans continue to frame the debate while the Democrats play catch-up.
This is because neither Democrat nor Republican will face the truth that we are choking on our own hubris. The sound of their beating war drum echoes forlornly off the walls of our empty treasury. They are insane passengers on the Titanic punching holes in all the lifeboats.
Sarah will fit right in.