June 7, 2011--Running Sarah Running
Enough speculation. She is definitely running.
She has two choices--if she doesn't run, as soon as the GOP nomination campaign hits high gear, she fades to irrelevance. And that means no more Fox TV show, no more $100,000 a shot "lecture" fees, and no more multi-million dollar book deals. She again becomes Sarah from Alaska, or rather Sarah from Scottsdale. Or wherever.
If she does run, she has an excellent chance of winning the nomination. She is the only GOP hopeful who has a base of hyper-enthusiastic supporters. In other words, primary caucusers (as in Iowa) and voters (as in South Carolina).
If you think this scenario is far fetched, that she is just a one-trick joke, imagine her lined up on stage next to Tim Pawlenty, Mitt Romney, Rick Santorum, Jon Huntsman, Newt, or even poor Ron Paul. OK, there's a Sarah-clone in Michele Bachmann; but who wants the Memorex when you can have the real thing? Who does the camera love? Who has the mojo?
Chances are, you say, that she would lose the general election--even the Obama people are drooling at the prospect of running against her. Can you imagine Sarah debating Barack? Imagine Katie Couric as one of the questioners--"Tell me governor, what's the capital of France?' Election over even if unemployment is at 10 percent, which it easily could be.
And if she lost to Obama she would still win. She would be the first female major party nominee and her speaking fees would soar to half a million for sure. Her campaign autobiography would get her at least a $20 million advance and with that much in the bank it would be easy to get a stable of ghost writers to write it for her. For that kind of money even Keith Olbermann and Rachel Maddow would make themselves available.
So she's running. Vanity and greed are the drivers as they have been since John McCain, or rather his people, plucked her out of almost literal nowhere.
A friend, Lynn, was in Washington, DC over the Memorial Day weekend and ran into the beginning of Sarah's Rolling Thunder Tour. She was talking with a policeman who told her that Palin's people had specifically asked for there to be no official security. Presumably so as not to have the government spend any money on her. The Alaskan Bridge to Nowhere was enough.
Gesturing toward the phalanx of leather boys, with admiration, the cop said to Lynne, "She doesn't need us. They'll take care of her."
And for certain they did until she got to New York for a slice of pizza with Donald Trump (where neither one of them knew what to do with it--they poked at it with plastic knives and forks); until she got to Ellis Island for a predictable rant about illegal immigrants; and until she got to the site of the real Tea Party and got all mixed up about what Paul Revere was doing on his iconic ride--not warning the British that the British were coming as she insisted on asserting and reasserting.
My God, she needs history lessons from Michele Bachmann!
But don't underestimate her--she knows her crowd and they love Harley chicks, haven't a clue or a care about American history (probably never even heard of Paul Revere), and more than cling to their Second Amendment rights.
You may think Barack Obama looks cool in just his Hawaiian swim trunks, but please take a moment to check out the linked photo of Sarah on her bike. That's what I call a star. Now that's what I call presidential.
She has two choices--if she doesn't run, as soon as the GOP nomination campaign hits high gear, she fades to irrelevance. And that means no more Fox TV show, no more $100,000 a shot "lecture" fees, and no more multi-million dollar book deals. She again becomes Sarah from Alaska, or rather Sarah from Scottsdale. Or wherever.
If she does run, she has an excellent chance of winning the nomination. She is the only GOP hopeful who has a base of hyper-enthusiastic supporters. In other words, primary caucusers (as in Iowa) and voters (as in South Carolina).
If you think this scenario is far fetched, that she is just a one-trick joke, imagine her lined up on stage next to Tim Pawlenty, Mitt Romney, Rick Santorum, Jon Huntsman, Newt, or even poor Ron Paul. OK, there's a Sarah-clone in Michele Bachmann; but who wants the Memorex when you can have the real thing? Who does the camera love? Who has the mojo?
Chances are, you say, that she would lose the general election--even the Obama people are drooling at the prospect of running against her. Can you imagine Sarah debating Barack? Imagine Katie Couric as one of the questioners--"Tell me governor, what's the capital of France?' Election over even if unemployment is at 10 percent, which it easily could be.
And if she lost to Obama she would still win. She would be the first female major party nominee and her speaking fees would soar to half a million for sure. Her campaign autobiography would get her at least a $20 million advance and with that much in the bank it would be easy to get a stable of ghost writers to write it for her. For that kind of money even Keith Olbermann and Rachel Maddow would make themselves available.
So she's running. Vanity and greed are the drivers as they have been since John McCain, or rather his people, plucked her out of almost literal nowhere.
A friend, Lynn, was in Washington, DC over the Memorial Day weekend and ran into the beginning of Sarah's Rolling Thunder Tour. She was talking with a policeman who told her that Palin's people had specifically asked for there to be no official security. Presumably so as not to have the government spend any money on her. The Alaskan Bridge to Nowhere was enough.
Gesturing toward the phalanx of leather boys, with admiration, the cop said to Lynne, "She doesn't need us. They'll take care of her."
And for certain they did until she got to New York for a slice of pizza with Donald Trump (where neither one of them knew what to do with it--they poked at it with plastic knives and forks); until she got to Ellis Island for a predictable rant about illegal immigrants; and until she got to the site of the real Tea Party and got all mixed up about what Paul Revere was doing on his iconic ride--not warning the British that the British were coming as she insisted on asserting and reasserting.
My God, she needs history lessons from Michele Bachmann!
But don't underestimate her--she knows her crowd and they love Harley chicks, haven't a clue or a care about American history (probably never even heard of Paul Revere), and more than cling to their Second Amendment rights.
You may think Barack Obama looks cool in just his Hawaiian swim trunks, but please take a moment to check out the linked photo of Sarah on her bike. That's what I call a star. Now that's what I call presidential.
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