Add this piece to the ravenous media fawn that it is itself decrying, that would be the obsessive and at times goofy media attention the former Governor from Alaska has racked up in the last two years—especially in the months since Sarah Palin, in fact, early-departed the very gubernatorial position that led to her assault on our collective psyche.
Other than the daily Palin onslaught what, you might ask, is prompting such a bah-humbug lament, especially at a time of the year when we should focus on kindly old men with gifts (see: John McCain)?
Just this: a whimsical Google search — or ping, in current parlance — of various terms as they pertain to Sarah Palin, during which I discovered that no politician save President Obama, and not many celebrities (thank you, Justin Bieber, which I can’t believe I’m saying) outranked the Alaskan assault rifle. Not surprising, perhaps, but really, Sarah Palin’s Alaska??
The latest of these inanities has Ms. Palin taking on the First Lady for supposedly dictating to Americans what we should and should not eat — desserts falling into the latter category.
Only Sarah Palin could reduce a childhood anti-obesity campaign to an infantile suggestion that we eat all the s’mores and cookies and sweets we can wrap our independent, free, and over-governed teeth around. It’s useful, I suppose, to know that the former Governor, who hands out cookies while expressing her view, knows her way around a kitchen.
But really, other than aiming for the low fruit of another kooky comment, what is behind this fixation? What makes Palin so worth the coverage? Probably, it’s that she is the political equivalent of Ms. South Carolina or, recently, Ms. California—two pretty women who infamously miscued on “serious” questions about politics and culture. The two beauty queens, though, went quickly away, their moments having passed fleetingly.
But Ms. Palin is the train wreck that keeps on crashing, over and over. We can’t watch or look away while Ms. Palin manages her own personal tea party, and nothing is being tossed overboard this time — except common sense and intelligence. We worship or fear or condescend to Palin, and the political Ms. Alaska continues taking questions and vying for the crown — and in the meantime the bank is always open.