When, at the first and probably last National Tea Party Convention, the rather unstable Andrew Breitbart introduced the even more unstable and thus more prosperous Sarah Palin as "the first person to tell us about the death panel," you knew we were in for some first-rate analysis ... say, from the seventeenth century.
Politicians, she said, sounding very much like Increase Mather, should "start seeking some divine intervention again in this country, so that we can be safe and secure and prosperous again."
Now that's one helluva platform: Sarah Palin as the Great Conjurer, seeking, principally through prayer, to spare us from financial meltdowns, unemployment, natural disasters and Indian attacks.
Or was that Sarah Palin as Faust?
I don't know, but a dog-eared copy of such would have been far cheaper than Saturday night's admission price -- and far more enlightening.
But, of course, enlightenment was hardly the object of pursuit among the enthusiastically assembled. They came for the ancient, reactionary chestnuts, and got them by the truckload.
Let us pray and vote for "people involved in government," Palin continued, "who aren’t afraid to go that route" -- the theocratic, government-by-divine-magic route, that is -- "and also afraid of the political correctness that, you know, they have to be afraid about what the media would say about them if they were to proclaim their reliance on our Creator" -- Who, evidently, is politically correctly OK with the adjective "fucking," but not the noun "retard."
Yes, He works in mysterious ways, but thank God we have Ms. Palin to guide us, and sort out at least these etymological mysteries.
As well as God's economic policies, which just happen to comport -- although for Palin, this is modernizing progress -- with the eighteenth-century principles of Adam Smith.
To wit, Palin said to raucous applause that she will endorse candidates who "understand" and, presumably, support only "free market principles" -- unlike the poor Tea Partying slobs outside the event who were staging what Politico called a "guerilla news conference" to protest Palin's mercenary fee and the rather extravagant cover charge to cover it, as well as to enrich the organizers.
This clash between the monied organizers at top and the excluded poor at bottom reminded me of Oscar Wilde's magnificent musings on the dubious blessings of free-market principles and unfettered capitalism in general:
The "virtuous poor," he wrote -- and in this instance that term would refer to the poor fawning slobs inside the convention hall; in fact several hundred dollars poorer -- must be "extraordinarily stupid. I can quite understand a man accepting laws that protect private property, and admit of its accumulation, as long as he himself is able under these conditions to realise some form of beautiful and intellectual life. But it is almost incredible to me how a man whose life is marred and made hideous by such laws can possibly acquiesce in their continuance."
Acquiesce? For heaven's sake, they cheer it. They just can't get enough of the trickle-down abuse that mars and makes hideous their lives. These, authentically, are Thomas Frank's conservatives; perhaps a bit more exploitable than your average downscaling Kansan, but every bit as bewildered.
So where from here? What did it all mean? Sadly, even Ms. Palin comprehends the dark and stormy future of third parties in America.
Having opened her speech with the rousing, rip-roaring proclamation that "America is ready for another revolution!" and "this movement is the future of politics in America," Palin, in the Q&A session following, downplayed any third-party aspirations: "The Republican Party would be really smart to start trying to absorb as much of the Tea Party movement as possible."
Damn. I was hoping Ms. Palin would endorse the politically anachronistic, as much as she did the revival of colonial Puritanism and unrehabilitated Smithian economics.


More Palin prattle
Just more celebrity media hysterics. Nuff said!
Compared to what?
Carpy, as the big loud mouth studio wrestler announcer, rants on Palin, again.
But that rant does not nothing to justify the deplorable behavior of Blue Dog DINO-Fascists in the White House and in Congress.
Bernacke has been reconfirmed by the DINO Democrats. Then there is the DOA HCR bill written by the health insurance industry. And let's not forget about balancing the budget instead of providing Keneysian stimulus. Now the GOP has taken the moral high ground from the Corporate DINO Dems, as the protector of the middle class.
Talk about "unstable and thus more prosperous". That's the DINO Dems. "You betcha!"
Sarah-gance
It's too funny. In the late summer of 2008 when candidate John McCain announced his curious choice of a running mate, I immediately ran to the computer to do a google-search of the name, "Sarah Palin". I knew next-to-nothing about the woman other than the fact that she was the governor of Alaska. The first thing in her paper-thin biography that stood out for me was the date of her birth: February 11, 1964. I remember that day - distinctly! That was the day my beloved grandma, Loretta Doran Clements, died in South Bend, Indiana at the age of sixty-eight.
But other than that interesting coincidence there was not a heck of a lot in her biography that really stood out. Truth be told, I was more than a little puzzled as to why the GOP would think her an asset to the ticket. The moment she opened her mouth at her first campaign stop in Dayton, Ohio, I could only think of one thing:
Sally Field as "Gidget".
When someone like Sarah Palin can make it as far as she has, it can mean only one thing and it's not a particularly good sign: we are living in a culture that has been custom-tailored for idiots. When a person who can barely put two coherent sentences together without the aid of a teleprompter becomes one of the best-selling non-fiction authors of the decade, that's usually a pretty good indicator that society is spiraling downward at a fairly decent clip. Fasten your seat belts, kiddies!
I had always believed that Monty Python alumni Michael Palin was the funniest person in the world to bear that name. In fact it should be stated for the record that the two Palins are equally funny. The only difference is that Michael works very hard at it. Sarah's funniness, on the other hand, is purely accidental. The woman is a scream; the Buster Keaton of unintentional comedy
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Tom Degan
Goshen, NY
Palin As Gidget
Gidget was at least harmless in her naïvité. Can the same be said about La Palin - and those taking advantage of her popularity?
which is why she emphasizes religion
lest the masses - somehow - become restless enough to rebel. not that she doesn't believe her own hype, also.