Sarah Palin, Snow Machine
Two of my most astute friends, Johnny Quest and the mighty Armenius have said basically the same thing to me about Sarah Palin: I know this woman. Not that particular instance of her, they said, but other people exactly like her. Neither terribly bright nor terribly articulate, she nevertheless is enough of both to pass in the eyes of those who want to like her. Armed with unwarranted but unshakable convictions and self-confidence, she bulls her way forward, undaunted by even tasks she is manifestly inadequate to. Big fish in a small pond, she's gotten by largley on looks and a complete lack of self-awareness and -criticism. Woe be to those who get in her way.
A career built on smoke and mirrors, luck and pluck and bullshit.
A very dangerous kind of person under the wrong conditions.
Say, as the President of the world's sole remaining (hobbled, wounded, semi-staggering) superpower.
If you've really listened to the woman talk, you can't be anything but stunned and outraged that anyone could take her candidacy seriously. As others have noted, she sounds like she really is speaking in tongues after all. And the content ranges from brainless to self-contradictory. Garbled strings of sentences unhindered by the constraints of logic or subject-verb agreement. Like a bad undergraduate paper. Like some kind of parody, though God knows of what.
And don't forget: this isn't just a candidate that our culture-warrior friends are tolerating...this is a candidate they love. This is a candidate they believe to be not merely acceptable, but full of greatness.
Think about this a bit, and you'll sleep a little less easy at night.
Two of my most astute friends, Johnny Quest and the mighty Armenius have said basically the same thing to me about Sarah Palin: I know this woman. Not that particular instance of her, they said, but other people exactly like her. Neither terribly bright nor terribly articulate, she nevertheless is enough of both to pass in the eyes of those who want to like her. Armed with unwarranted but unshakable convictions and self-confidence, she bulls her way forward, undaunted by even tasks she is manifestly inadequate to. Big fish in a small pond, she's gotten by largley on looks and a complete lack of self-awareness and -criticism. Woe be to those who get in her way.
A career built on smoke and mirrors, luck and pluck and bullshit.
A very dangerous kind of person under the wrong conditions.
Say, as the President of the world's sole remaining (hobbled, wounded, semi-staggering) superpower.
If you've really listened to the woman talk, you can't be anything but stunned and outraged that anyone could take her candidacy seriously. As others have noted, she sounds like she really is speaking in tongues after all. And the content ranges from brainless to self-contradictory. Garbled strings of sentences unhindered by the constraints of logic or subject-verb agreement. Like a bad undergraduate paper. Like some kind of parody, though God knows of what.
And don't forget: this isn't just a candidate that our culture-warrior friends are tolerating...this is a candidate they love. This is a candidate they believe to be not merely acceptable, but full of greatness.
Think about this a bit, and you'll sleep a little less easy at night.
posted by Winston Smith at
7:17 AM
3 Comments:
Besides all the things that you mentioned, plus all the things that she believes in and policies that she has supported, what really frightens me about her is that she seems to live in a completely different reality than everyone else, where lying is ok, and people won't check to make sure she's telling the truth.
It's not only pathological lying about things like Troopergate, but compulsive lying about things like blinking or not blinking when asked to be VP. Andrew Sullivan has been keeping a running tally of the weird lies she's been telling about really insignificant things.
Having a person like this a 72-year-old heartbeat away from the presidency keeps me awake at night. The more that comes out, the more I am willing to do for the Obama campaign, even if it means donating student loan dollars. We cannot afford to have a person like this in the White House.
Edit: Forget what I said about student loan money.
Tonight I remembered about the matching donation thing ending at midnight, signed up to cover someone's shift at work this weekend, and donated $25. Hurrah, minimum wage!
I've decided that after this crazy week/weekend is over, I am signing up to call or canvass. Obama needs Virginia, and I want to help give it to him.
(And a special thanks to Juliana S. in NC, for matching me.)
You go Tracie!
And props to Juliana, too.
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