My hatred is complicated and ever expanding, like the universe itself (well, at least the universe if you believe it was created by the Big Bang billions of years ago and not just God 5,000 years ago). It is not just the fact that she is such a shameless liar about her Bridge to Nowhere among other shockingly brazen deceptions. I mean, John McCain is lying just as brazenly and yet while that fills me with disgust, it does not fill me with rage. It's not even that she passes her special needs kid around like a Cabbage Patch Doll, as if the special needs associated with Downs Syndrome amount to being held by Cindy McCain or that she uses her pregnant 17-year-old daughter as a political asset—never mind if that means thrusting her into the limelight of media scrutiny—and then forcing a marriage on her that makes life among the Satmars seem progressive (although Redneck hottie is adorable, but that's besides the point). It's not even that fake Frances McDormand-in Fargo Midwestern accent that Palin didn't seem to have before she was hired to seduce Midwesterners. It's not even that bitch threw down with my boy Obama, because I feel strongly that Obama can hold his own. It's not even that the most misogynistic politician in recent history has two X chromosomes. Nor the inherent sexism of Palin being chosen simply because, as South Carolina Congresswoman Carol Fowler so succinctly put it, she didn't have an abortion. It's not even the way the right wing wingnuts have contorted themselves into the most unbelievable pretzels to turn teen pregnancy into a family value and to become the defenders against sexism.*
The reason I hate her is because in spite of all that, or perhaps because of it, she and McCain might get elected in an election that should be a no-brainer. And perhaps "no-brainer" is the key phrase here. I don't really hate Sarah Palin at all. She's just a handy avatar for all my frustration with a political process that expects stupidity of its electorate, which delivers as reliably as my favorite pizza spot (which is to say, in less than 40 minutes). I've always said this is an election between dumb and smart, and Obama believes that, too, and I like to think after suffering the consequences stupidity, of electing some dude just like us to run the country, we'd all have learned our lesson. And it is my fear/disappointment/disgust that this may be untrue that causes me to imagine bad things happening to Sarah Palin. So I don't really hate her.
Except the thing is, I really do hate her. Her voice is like nails against a chalkboard. I make my husband turn off NPR when she comes on. And so, channeling the spirit of Bikini Kill and its kickass singer Kathleen Hannah, I invite Governor Palin to suck my left one, and then go back to the hinterlands from whence she came.
*I recognize that this is far more than the allotted one reason, but I had a lot of pent up venting to do. In future, I'll stick to one reason.
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