Through the 2008 presidential campaign, any number of semi-meaningless questions were raised. How well did you know this guy who maybe used to do some unsavory stuff? How pregnant is that daughter? Is that botox paralysis, or is Cindy McCain's face just actually like that?
These were just the tip of the 24-hour news cycle iceberg.
But one question has stuck with me ever since August of that year, refusing to go away, even though, as with the massive zit I got the day before the 7th-grade mixer that Steve Julius was totally going to attend, all my prayers and Clearasil have been directed at making it disappear.
That question is: how in God's name did someone as evidently dense as Sarah Palin get to be governor of an entire state? Forget this campaign, how did manage to pass high school based on a wink, great tits, and a snarky inflection when she doesn't know what's under discussion?
Now we know: cheating. And not just any cheating - utterly unsophisticated, cliche, I-actually-write-my-answers-on-my-hands cheating.
I have to believe that it was just such a poorly-conceived plan that people didn't really believe she'd try to get away with it, and thus never noticed her palmed answers before now.
Even her craftiness is utterly lacking in intelligence, creativity, or thought.
If I didn't find her morally reprehensible and emblematic of everything terrible in America today, I'd say you almost have to love her for it.
Almost.
-Posted by Jilly
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
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