The Sarah Chonicles

No not my Sara or Sarah Connor, although I think I would have much more fun with her. I’m talking about that tea swilling presidential hopeful Sarah Palin. There she was the other day in Arizona playing first fiddle to John McCain’s second. Poor John, ‘the maverick’ just seems to have lost something. Actually there was a time I liked him or maybe respect is a better word. No more, but that doesn’t matter anymore. He just looked like an old fool clinging to his glory days. And there was Palin introducing him, decked out in a way too zippered leather jacket. Maybe she was trying to scare the audience into submission like the apparent dominatrix in chief.

The urban dictionary defines wingnut as ‘An outspoken, irrational person with deeply-held, nominally conservative, political views. A person who chooses on principle to be flagrantly ignorant.’

On her Facebook page Palin recently posted a map of congressional districts to target in the next election. It comes complete with gun cross hairs so you know your target. ‘Don’t retreat, RELOAD’ she tweeted her followers. Pretty disgusting behavior for any right wing nut or radio demagogue but unforgivable for the Republican Party’s most recent vice presidential nominee. I just have to wonder what she would say if one of her supporters took her literally. 'Oh for goodness sake, lighten up folks. You libs have no sense of humor.' Plausible deniability is a wonderful thing. Palin may always be considered a lightweight and a bad joke being played upon the America. But this joke is getting a lot less funny and a bit scary as she inches ever closer to the edge.

But that day in Arizona her greatest crime, one I will never forgive her for, was how I will never look at a black leather biker jacket the same way again.

For that I can never forgive her.

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