More than ever before,
David Letterman is my hero. The whole Bristol Palin flap is nothing less than a stroke of self-promotional genius. And make no mistake about it – the governor of Alaska and her wacky family are in on the fix.
Letterman gets a ratings bump. Palin keeps her face in the news (while generating sympathy among her hard-core following)…everybody wins.
It’s brilliant. I wish I’d thought of it. I wish I’d said it.
Having said all that, it feels kind of weird to weigh in on this pseudo-issue. But what the hell…everybody else is.
So here’s my take on it…
Number one: Letterman’s joke. Was it in bad taste? Yeah it was – so what? It certainly wasn’t beneath the dignity of Gov. Palin to drag her daughter into the spotlight to suit her own agenda. And the way I figure it, if you’re old enough to get knocked up, you’re old enough to take a joke.
Usually at this point some
mental midget will step in and say, “Yeah, well what if it was your daughter?”
So allow me to clarify my position:
“
Shut up.”
Then I would continue: If it were my daughter, who got a bun in the oven at such a tender age, I’d say she had it coming.
Whatever happened to the social conservative notion that underaged, unwed mothers should be sanctioned for their actions? And not just if they a “D” next to their names…
Now to Sarah Palin. What really bothers me about Mr. Palin is this:
I don’t believe for one minute that she’s the perky little soccer Mom she’s made herself out to be. Most of us like to think we can spot a phony a mile away; well I think Sarah Palin is a phony. I think the whole shucky, gosh-darn persona is just something she does for her target demograpic.
That’s what really worries me: the idea that in the twenty-first century there is still a hefty portion of the voting populace that find the “official” Sarah Palin persona attractive.
Guess we’re still living in
Nixonland after all…