During her GOP VP nominee acceptance speech last night, Sarah Palin delivered an off-the-cuff wisecrack that was nowhere to be found in her prepared remarks. She joked that the difference between a hockey mom and a pit bull is lipstick. Well, in this hockey mom, John McCain has certainly found his attack dog.
When McCain chose the Alaska Governor as his running mate, I think he may have been asking himself: “Who would I have wanted by my side during ‘Survivor: Hanoi’?”
The woman clearly has a backbone of titanium, forged by blazing media and opposition fire — sometimes from the backslapping ol’ boys within her own party. Compare that with Obama’s apparently fragile spine of dental floss, which his mainstream media fan club has so gingerly treated as though it could snap at any time.
Palin’s response to them last night? “Here’s a little news flash for all those reporters and commentators: I’m not going to Washington to seek their good opinion — I’m going to Washington to serve the people of this country.”
As an athletic, moose-eating, salmon fishing reformist who has been canceling state checks and snapping corrupt necks in Alaska — conducting a symphony orchestra with her veto pen to the tune of half a billion dollars — she has been making executive decisions every single day of the past two years as the chief of a state while Urkel Obama, the feted “community organizer”, has been spending all of his precious, limited time in the US Senate applying for another gig.
Palin distilled Urkel down to his essence: “When the cloud of rhetoric has passed … When the roar of the crowd fades away … When the stadium lights go out, and those Styrofoam Greek columns are hauled back to some studio lot, what exactly is our opponent’s plan? What does he actually seek to accomplish, after he’s done turning back the waters and healing the planet?”
This guy — who has only ever written books about important things like “himself” — is so welded to attention now that America wants MOAR, MOAR, MOAR of Sarah Palin that he’s going to finally let Bill O’Reilly eviscerate him this week.
With the nomination of a strong, attractive conservative woman, Obama’s radical leftist fan club (aka “the Democratic party base”) is tripping over its Birkenstocks to treat America to the full effect of its collective insanity. And it’s quite possible that America no likey.
On blogs like Gawker, the Daily Kos, and Anderson Cooper’s 360 blog at CNN, Palin is mocked for being from Alaska, a “state with more moose than people”.
She defended her small town roots: “They are the ones who do some of the hardest work in America…who grow our food, run our factories, and fight our wars” and added, ““I guess a small-town mayor is sort of like a ‘community organizer,’ except that you have actual responsibilities.”
It’s also the people from states like that who decide elections. You know, those states in the middle of the country, or the one way up high on the map where even the Weather Channel dares not tread? Well, it’s those darn folks from the states you’ve only seen from an airplane or — in Alaska’s case — from a cruise ship that have all the power to send Urkel on a one-way trip back into oblivion.
And where were all the feminists when her 17-year old pregnant daughter — and Palin’s own delivery of a son with Down syndrome — were being attacked, their personal privacy shredded by the media and leftist bloggers?
Can women like Sarah Palin and her daughter make personal reproductive decisions without having leftists drag them into the public square to be burned at the (renewable forest harvested) stake? What does a woman’s right to personal choice mean to these proponents of it? Merely the right to choose between tofu and couscous on a swing through the local organic market?
Sarah Palin repeatedly commits the unforgivable crime of deviating too acutely from liberal orthodoxy — so no freedoms for her! As I personally discovered last year, leftist beacons of tolerance and free speech at the Daily Kos will lobby your employer, via an organized mass email onslaught, in an effort to have you fired and silenced — or, in Palin’s case, punted from the ticket.
But as any political strategist knows, one of the main questions people ask themselves in the voting booth is, “Which one of these people is more like me?” Or, “Who would I want to have a beer with?”
Can they relate to the driven, accomplished, independent-minded hockey mom trying her best to balance career ambitions with raising a family of five kids alongside her working-class husband? A woman who, as governor, put a plane the last guy left behind up for auction on eBay? (Something I admittedly did myself with a couple of items an ex had abandoned and for which I had no use.)
Will they relate to Republican men like war hero John McCain and Rudy Giuliani, who treat women as equal partners rather than just talking about it, and defend their honor when attacked?
Or will they connect with the man who stuck it to his female competitor when he had the chance? How about his misty-eyed sidekick, Joe Biden — perhaps best known for a rather unremarkable marathon length feeding at the public trough? And what about their angry, misogynistic supporters who aim to silence free speech that doesn’t goosestep alongside their own?
As for Palin, perhaps Titanium Sarah should keep in mind what Iron Lady, Margaret Thatcher, once said: “I always cheer up immensely if an attack is particularly wounding because…if they attack one personally, it means they have not a single political argument left.”