Dear Mrs. Palin,
You were cute when you first burst onto the scene;
adorable, really. You were that oh-so-ingenious Republican
curveball
to try to throw off the momentum of the Democratic Party. And
throw it off you did. You re-energized the base of the GOP and
got them excited to have someone young, exciting, and attractive
representing a party that is traditionally represented by pasty, old
white men. The sheer height of your miniskirt started a
fatwa!
Sure, you weren't politically experienced outside of governing a state
that essentially runs itself, but no one cared. You were the wild
one who would be what Obama had been to the Democratic Party: an
exciting shock to the party status quo.
When you opened your mouth you were finally called on being a completely one-dimensional attempt to gain waffling Hillary
supporters and guys who are into naughty librarians. It started with the Charlie Gibson
interview. You floundered on the Katie Couric
interview.
You dodged questions at the debate so you could remain on carefully
choreographed talking points. You called Obama a socialist,
despite your governance over the most fundamentally socialist state in
the Union. You winked and acted so cutesy that even die-hard
GOPites became sick of you. The lipstick on the pig had
faded.
Now, for some reason, you've got it in your head that you're going to run for the presidency in
2012...
never mind that this election isn't even over and some polls put you
and McCain within single digits of Obama and Biden. The McCain
camp appears to be losing grip on the tight leash that you were on.
I think this is a very, very dumb idea, both for the country and for your
self-esteem.
You have a demonstrably base understanding of domestic, foreign and
economic policy and therefore would be an easily manipulated tool of
the extreme right (much in the vein of our mutual friend President
Bush). I submit, Mrs. Palin, that you would end up either as a
figurehead with a rubber stamp or a lightning rod of hate like Mr. Bush
has become. You really wouldn't want the hell that that poor
man's life has become.
Have you ever considered a career in professional bull wrestling?
Love, Hugs and Moustache Kisses,
Andrew.