In response to The Real Meaning of Sarah Palin:
Are you exploring this out of an interest in pageviews or do you really give a shit? Because I’ll be honest, I don’t. She just doesn’t interest me any more than the lady that made my sloppy bao for lunch.
And that, actually, is a lie. The woman that made my sloppy bao wasn’t born from middling family of middling means. She took a boat or a plane and crossed an ocean to arrive in a land where she started at point zero (you can’t say “ground” anymore due to co-option by the evils). She’s a nice lady that works hard and gave me advice the first time I ordered (”medium spicy, trust me, gooood”). She always has a smile despite working in a tight space making tasty sandwiches for douchebags like myself and when she says “good to see you” I believe it.
Now look at the paragraph above and see if you can find anything congruous to Sarah Palin. You can’t. Palin has none of these elements of what make, to me, an honest, interesting, sincere person. She reminds me of the women in the local PTA when I was a kid, who, when my mom thought to join in, were such utter beasts, sent her and most of the better parents running in the opposite direction. It’s really the best analogy that comes to mind.
In the case of those PTA ladies, I didn’t keep up with them. Their miserable lives just weren’t compelling to me, so I don’t know if they are alive or dead. I’d love to say the same of Palin.
