September 10, 2008

Don't They Have Editors at Salon?

Alternatively, we have to conclude this is what the editors (and publisher) want:
I confess, it was pretty riveting when John McCain trotted out Sarah Palin for the first time. Like many people, I thought, "Damn, a hyperconservative, fuckable, Type A, antiabortion, Christian Stepford wife in a 'sexy librarian' costume -- as a vice president? That's a brilliant stroke of horrifyingly cynical pandering to the Christian right. Karl Rove must be behind it."

Palin may have been a boost of political Viagra for the limp, bloodless GOP (and according to an ABC/Washington Post poll she has created a boost in McCain's standing among white women to a 53 over Obama's 41). But ideologically, she is their hardcore pornographic centerfold spread, revealing the ugliest underside of Republican ambitions -- their insanely zealous and cynical drive to win power by any means necessary, even at the cost of actual leadership

Sarah Palin is a bit comical, like one of those cutthroat Texas cheerleader stage moms. What her Down syndrome baby and pregnant teenage daughter unequivocally prove, however, is that her most beloved child is the antiabortion platform that ensures her own political ambitions with the conservative right. The throat she's so hot to cut is that of all American women.


As a woman who does not believe what Palin believes, the thought of such an opportunistic anti-female in the White House -- in the Cheney chair, no less -- is akin to ideological brain rape. What this Republican blowup doll does with her own insides in accord with her own faith is her business. But, like the worst and most terrifying of religious extremists, she seems very comfortable with the idea of imposing her own views on everyone else.


It is a kind of eerie coincidence that Sarah Palin is being sprung on the public at the same time as the bimbo/frat-boy titty comedy "House Bunny," which features a poster of a beautiful young lady with Playmate-style bunny ears, big, stupid eyes and her mouth hanging open like someone just punched her.

Sarah Palin is the White House bunny -- the most nauseating novelty confection of the evangelical mind-set since Southern "chastity balls," wherein teen girls pledge abstinence from premarital sex by ceremonially faux-marrying their own fathers.


Bristol Palin will no doubt be a fine example as a first teen, particularly now that her mother is inflicting an old-fashioned shotgun wedding on the hapless, horny, condomless youth who impregnated her.


John McCain should go the whole Hugh Hefner route and have eight V.P.s that all look exactly like Sarah Palin.

It's McCain's world, girls: You'd just live in it
And on and on and on it goes. Yeah, this kind of thing should definitely get a lot of undecided voters to vote Democratic.

It reminds me of the question that Andrew Meyer weakly asked Kerry (in the midst of Meyer's other, much more significant questions that almost no one else can be bothered to ask, including almost every Democrat), weakly because Meyer himself seemed to sense the futility of asking it at all: "Didn't you want to be president?" Don't the Democrats want to win this election? Guess not. (A lengthy discussion of the tasering of Meyer and the issues it raises will be found here. Part IV mentions this particular question of Meyer's, among others. Please note that the essay was written before Randi Rhodes' execrable, horror-show performance during the Democratic primary, a performance that I gather continues today, although I myself stopped listening to her months ago. And the fact remains that, on the tasering incident and its meaning, Rhodes offered an exceedingly rare -- and correct -- perspective.)

In any event, Cintra, toward the conclusion of another post, Gary Kamiya. Silly me. No doubt, you know each other very well already.

See also: Fear and Loathing of Women Make Heads Explode Across the Political Spectrum

Kill That Woman!

Gunning to Lose