Link of the Day - Matt Taibbi Destroys Sarah Palin
Just crushes her, and by extension, any member of the American voting public for buying into her crap. I’m liking these Rolling Stone writers.
Money passages:
The truly disgusting thing about Sarah Palin isn’t that she’s totally unqualified, or a religious zealot, or married to a secessionist, or unable to educate her own daughter about sex, or a fake conservative who raised taxes and horked up earmark millions every chance she got. No, the most disgusting thing about her is what she says about us: that you can ram us in the ass for eight solid years, and we’ll not only thank you for your trouble, we’ll sign you up for eight more years, if only you promise to stroke us in the right spot for a few hours around election time.
…and
But watching Palin’s speech, I had no doubt that I was witnessing a historic, iconic performance. The candidate sauntered to the lectern with the assurance of a sleepwalker - and immediately launched into a symphony of snorting and sneering remarks, taking time out in between the superior invective to present herself as just a humble gal with a beefcake husband and a brood of healthy, combat-ready spawn who just happened to be the innocent targets of a communist and probably also homosexual media conspiracy. It was a virtuoso performance. She appeared to be completely without shame and utterly full of shit, awing a room full of hardened reporters with her sickly sweet line about the high-school-flame-turned-hubby who, “five children later” is “still my guy.” It was like watching Gidget address the Reichstag.
There are many more bombs exploded in the rest of the column. Quite the takedown.
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8 October 2008 at 12:32 pm
I’m sorry, but I have to take issue with this. Taibbi is being totally unfair.
Gidget would have been awesome at the Reichstag. I can see her now, hopping gleefully up the steps of the West entrance, the ubiquitous queue of tourists and citizens waving as she passes by. Her pigtails reflected 100-fold in the mirrored monolith in the observation gallery. Popping her head in and out of the different sheep doors through which legislators cast their votes. No — here I am — Maybe — now I’m over here — Yes — can you keep pace with my joie de vivre?
Big Yes to you, Gidget.