"Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast" -Oscar Wilde |
"The liberal soul shall be made fat, and he that watereth, shall be watered also himself." -- Proverbs 11:25 |
We live in a fashion-conscious culture where the public watches “Project Runway”, and has an inkling about what things cost. A culture where “What Not To Wear” is known down to the level of the amount contestants are given to spend to re-vamp their wardrobe—approximately $5,000—three percent of what Sarah Palin dropped on her sprees at Neiman-Marcus and Macy's. It also resonates with people because of that annoying, mosquito-like flitting bugaboo called hypocrisy. Palin has spent her more etmyologically lucid moments prattling on about her “Hockey Mom”-ishness, her so-called folksiness and ability to connect with the “common folk”—a dumpster-load of talk of Johnny Lunchpails, Joe Six-packs and Plumbers, and the Susie Housecoats, and Sally Run-in-her-stockings who gosh-you-betcha make Amurrrka, “Amurrrrka”. Fred-the-this, Jane-the that. Everyone but Kiddie TV's “Bob The Builder” and Good Times' “Ned The Wino”. Palin's attempt to play at populism is given a big, Fat Bastard-sized lie when this supermarket spree she went on is looked at just a little bit.
Where in the Wide World Of Sports is Lady Lynn Forrester De Rothschild with her Swarovski-encrusted hammer of fury at elitism over this bullshit? Michelle Obama goes on “The View” in a $200 dollar dress available at an online store, and she's an elitist? But Sarah Palin goes buck-wild like a dollar sign-eyed Wilma Flintstone, running down a Bedrock street with her arms piled high with Mastodon furs while yelling “Cha-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-rrrrrrrge it!”, and she claims she's the one you more easily can see handing cups of Sunny Delight to your kids off the back porch?
Nanook, please.
$150,000 is a lot of money any damn time. But when Americans are seeing their retirement money burn and ember away, as their present job becomes a waiting game for that dreaded unscheduled Tuesday “organizational meeting” to come, that kind of expenditure ain't never gonna wash. And the “we're going to give the stuff to charity” after--the-exposure dodge is just that. If you think Sarah Palin had any intention of giving so much as one thread of those vines back, I have a lovely fucking bridge in Alaska to sell you, with one end moored to the land, and the other trailing off into the fog of Limbo City, Population: Zero. See, this ain't the first time missy's hooked a vacuum cleaner up to a money-swollen teat and sucked it all away for herself. She's been illegally duking the state of Alaska out of gobs of Benjamins for flying her loved ones all over the place for non-governmental events. She finagled a way to get the builders of Wasilla Sports Complex arena to build her a new house too, on the down-low and pretty much gratis. So spare us the pity about her P.R.-hyped financial predicaments and hardscrabbble background and how in the end, she's just a poor, scuffling “Hockey Mom”. She's a Grade-A chiseler and knows exactly what she's doing when she signs on for every little perk she can grab. I mean...a Louis Vuitton bag for her seven year old? While folks are Coinstar™-ing stray change from their seat cushions to expand their household budgets?
“Hockey Mom”, my ass.
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