Instead, she continues to give us an endless gusher of her special brand of Joe Six-pack fun!
She and her running mate, what’s his name (John McCain) lost the election, but Palin continues to be an entertaining presence in the political and pop culture media feed.
Her latest antic, as reported by the Huffington Post:
On Thursday, Alaska Governor Sarah Palin appeared in Wasilla, Alaska in order to pardon a local turkey in anticipation of Thanksgiving. This proved to be a slightly absurd but ultimately unremarkable event. But what came next was positively surreal. After the pardon Palin proceeded to do an interview with a local TV station while the turkeys were being slaughtered in the background!! Seemingly oblivious to the gruesomeness going on over her shoulder, she carries on talking for over three minutes.
An accompanying video gives you the full sense of Palin’s usual obliviousness to how much she volunteers herself as fodder for satire and late-night comedy monologues.
Boston Globe columnist Ellen Goodman writes that Alaska Governor Sarah Palin is hardly retreating to the tundra. In fact, she continues to be all over the place, serving “exclusive” moose chili dinners to everyone from Matt Lauer to Greta (surgically enchanced beyond recognition) van Susteren.
As Goodman writes:
Now Sarah Unbound [from the McCain campaign handlers, who questioned her intelligence] is everywhere, serving the media moose chili and spin from her Anchorage crockpot. She's busily defending herself and her future: "If there's an open door ... then I'll plow through that door."
Plow, Sarah, plow. Drill, baby, drill.
I, for one, am happy that Sarah continues to expose herself to the pop culture media maw.
You see, up until a few months ago, I confess, I was a stealth reader of the Hollywood gossip website, TMZ.com. In the last year or so, a bottom-feeder gossip fiend like me was frankly enjoying the personal train wrecks involving celebutantes (see their official websites and Myspace pages) Paris Hilton, Lindsay Lohan, and Britney Spears.
Paris and her questionable acting and recording careers, topped off by her infamous lock-up in county jail: Lindsay’s drug and alcohol skirmisheswith treatment and with law enforcement; Britney’s public breakdowns, hospitalizations, head-shaving, child custody battles, and disastrous MTV movie award appearance.
Some would say I was giving into a sick, voyeuristic fascination with these's celebrities' personal tragedies. I'd say, I was just a cultural observer watching these women engaging in twisted celebrity reality shows, largely of their own attention-hungry design, that their train wreck lives were, in essence, an expression of themselves and of their true art. (Hey, according to seasoned observers of the show business scene, it's not like these pop princesses really avoided the media circus; in their own way they courted it, thrived on it.)
It seemed like the outrageously bizarre behavior that these famous-for-being famous gals couldn’t get anymore entertaining … but then, Paris, Lindsay, and Britney seemed to get their respective acts together, or, at least, to retreat from public sight and to avoid conveniently showing up at night clubs where they knew the paparazzi would be hoverng.
Meanwhile, the American presidential election heated up, and went red hot went Republican nominee John McCain selected Alaska Governor Sarah Palin as his running mate.
The historical significance of the election, plus the economic meltdown, plus the personalities of the top White House contenders, especially of Ms. Palin, made the antics of Paris, Lindsay, and Britney seem miniscule by comparison.
I won’t repeat all the ways that Palin, the “hottie,” lipstick-wearing hockey mom, helped make the presidential election such a wild, intoxicating ride. It's ironic that the McCain campaign at one point tried to diminish Barack Obama as a mere celebrity, on par with Paris Hilton and Britney Spears, considering he chose the insubstantial but celebrity-prone Palin as his running mate.
I thought I’d suffer a form of letdown after the end of this most eventful and historical of elections. I thought I'd miss Tina Fey's Saturday Night Live send-ups of Ms. Palin. To some extent, I did. But, at least Madame Palin continues to maintain a presence, and continues to entertain, even in a way Tina Fey couldn't summon.
Somehow, some Repulicans see her as the Next Great Hope for capturing the American imagination and the White House. No wonder the GOP is in such desperate straits these days. Just imagine: Sarah Palin, future leader of the GOP and leader of America and the free world. I just get a tingle down my spine, not of excitement but of disbelief.
She’s either a frightening, cautionary demagogue from a Sinclair Lewis novel or a comical figure from a political satire by Stanley Kubrick or Elia Kazan. She’s at best the next Sean Hannity, Bill O’Reilly, or Greta van Susteren. Fox News: Yeah, that would be a fun and appropriate, since I could turn the dial or switch to another channel if her adorable winks and "you betchas" got too annoying even for this surprising-to-myself Sarah Palin fan.
She and her running mate, what’s his name (John McCain) lost the election, but Palin continues to be an entertaining presence in the political and pop culture media feed.
Her latest antic, as reported by the Huffington Post:
On Thursday, Alaska Governor Sarah Palin appeared in Wasilla, Alaska in order to pardon a local turkey in anticipation of Thanksgiving. This proved to be a slightly absurd but ultimately unremarkable event. But what came next was positively surreal. After the pardon Palin proceeded to do an interview with a local TV station while the turkeys were being slaughtered in the background!! Seemingly oblivious to the gruesomeness going on over her shoulder, she carries on talking for over three minutes.
An accompanying video gives you the full sense of Palin’s usual obliviousness to how much she volunteers herself as fodder for satire and late-night comedy monologues.
Boston Globe columnist Ellen Goodman writes that Alaska Governor Sarah Palin is hardly retreating to the tundra. In fact, she continues to be all over the place, serving “exclusive” moose chili dinners to everyone from Matt Lauer to Greta (surgically enchanced beyond recognition) van Susteren.
As Goodman writes:
Now Sarah Unbound [from the McCain campaign handlers, who questioned her intelligence] is everywhere, serving the media moose chili and spin from her Anchorage crockpot. She's busily defending herself and her future: "If there's an open door ... then I'll plow through that door."
Plow, Sarah, plow. Drill, baby, drill.
I, for one, am happy that Sarah continues to expose herself to the pop culture media maw.
You see, up until a few months ago, I confess, I was a stealth reader of the Hollywood gossip website, TMZ.com. In the last year or so, a bottom-feeder gossip fiend like me was frankly enjoying the personal train wrecks involving celebutantes (see their official websites and Myspace pages) Paris Hilton, Lindsay Lohan, and Britney Spears.
Paris and her questionable acting and recording careers, topped off by her infamous lock-up in county jail: Lindsay’s drug and alcohol skirmisheswith treatment and with law enforcement; Britney’s public breakdowns, hospitalizations, head-shaving, child custody battles, and disastrous MTV movie award appearance.
Some would say I was giving into a sick, voyeuristic fascination with these's celebrities' personal tragedies. I'd say, I was just a cultural observer watching these women engaging in twisted celebrity reality shows, largely of their own attention-hungry design, that their train wreck lives were, in essence, an expression of themselves and of their true art. (Hey, according to seasoned observers of the show business scene, it's not like these pop princesses really avoided the media circus; in their own way they courted it, thrived on it.)
It seemed like the outrageously bizarre behavior that these famous-for-being famous gals couldn’t get anymore entertaining … but then, Paris, Lindsay, and Britney seemed to get their respective acts together, or, at least, to retreat from public sight and to avoid conveniently showing up at night clubs where they knew the paparazzi would be hoverng.
Meanwhile, the American presidential election heated up, and went red hot went Republican nominee John McCain selected Alaska Governor Sarah Palin as his running mate.
The historical significance of the election, plus the economic meltdown, plus the personalities of the top White House contenders, especially of Ms. Palin, made the antics of Paris, Lindsay, and Britney seem miniscule by comparison.
I won’t repeat all the ways that Palin, the “hottie,” lipstick-wearing hockey mom, helped make the presidential election such a wild, intoxicating ride. It's ironic that the McCain campaign at one point tried to diminish Barack Obama as a mere celebrity, on par with Paris Hilton and Britney Spears, considering he chose the insubstantial but celebrity-prone Palin as his running mate.
I thought I’d suffer a form of letdown after the end of this most eventful and historical of elections. I thought I'd miss Tina Fey's Saturday Night Live send-ups of Ms. Palin. To some extent, I did. But, at least Madame Palin continues to maintain a presence, and continues to entertain, even in a way Tina Fey couldn't summon.
Somehow, some Repulicans see her as the Next Great Hope for capturing the American imagination and the White House. No wonder the GOP is in such desperate straits these days. Just imagine: Sarah Palin, future leader of the GOP and leader of America and the free world. I just get a tingle down my spine, not of excitement but of disbelief.
She’s either a frightening, cautionary demagogue from a Sinclair Lewis novel or a comical figure from a political satire by Stanley Kubrick or Elia Kazan. She’s at best the next Sean Hannity, Bill O’Reilly, or Greta van Susteren. Fox News: Yeah, that would be a fun and appropriate, since I could turn the dial or switch to another channel if her adorable winks and "you betchas" got too annoying even for this surprising-to-myself Sarah Palin fan.
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Why is it that Sarah Palin makes me think of Tonya Harding?
I wonder if this was posted by someone who has long harbored a big, fat crush on Tonya Harding.
But, yes, I see the similarities. Both were scrappy, down-home, six-pack kinda gals. One hunts wildlife to serve up in chili and hot dogs to national TV personalities. The other wanted to break the kneecap of rival.
I love this blog!
Jeff Gillooly and Todd Palin -- separated at birth! ... Or is that a stretch?
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