Playing To the Base

Victoria Jackson's account of the Conservative Woodstock is entertaining reading.

My friend Bonnie asked me to drive with her to Searchlight, NV for the Tea Party Express Kickoff where Sarah Palin was going to speak. I said, “Yes!” Then, I started thinking about reality. I would need to pay a dog sitter and a teenager sitter. My daughter couldn’t come with me because she was winning an award at the 168 Film Festival in Glendale – all the more reason for me to stay home. Then, I would have to sit in a car for ten hours round-trip. I hate sitting. I don’t travel unless I’m getting paid. Tea Parties don’t pay. Of course, I attend them for one purpose only – to save my country.

What a selfless individual. But wait, there's more!

But, it helps if there’s an added incentive, like a free T shirt or meeting Sarah Palin! But, if I was in a crowd of thousands there would be little chance I would meet Sarah. Suddenly I was invited to be one of the speakers at the Searchlight event! YES! This would ensure my private moment with Sarah, so I said YES!

Okay! Fandom established.

I finished reading her book so I would know what to say to her when I met her.

A stretch, but okay...

She was the “me” I could have been if I had made different choices, and if fate had…you know, made me Alaskan. We had so much in common.

Agreed.



There is way more weirdness in the article apart from the Palin fandom (which includes comparisons to Jesus). I hope Palin's folks read it. Also:

I ran into Joe the Plumber and was thrilled to meet him. I tried to hook him up with my friend Bonnie who’s single. Joe’s single, muscular and gave a great speech, with no notes! I told him that his fateful, little exchange with Obama had been the last piece of evidence I’d needed to conclude my theory that Obama was a Communist. That quote, “Spread The Wealth,” was the last nail in the coffin for me. Joe smiled and nodded.

I'll bet he did. Need I mention that Victoria Jackson never actually gets to meet Sarah Palin? Yes, I need to.

The foregoing might be worth comparing and contrasting with Norman Podhotoztoerozerotzes's Our Greatest Saint was Stupid and Sarah Palin is Stupid Too article.

Much as I would like to believe that the answer lies in some elevated consideration, I have reluctantly come to the conclusion that the same species of class bias that Mrs. Palin provokes in her enemies and her admirers is at work among the conservative intellectuals who are so embarrassed by her. When William F. Buckley Jr., then the editor of National Review, famously quipped that he would rather be ruled by the first 2,000 names in the Boston phone book than by the combined faculties of Harvard and MIT, most conservative intellectuals responded with a gleeful amen. But put to the test by the advent of Sarah Palin, along with the populist upsurge represented by the Tea Party movement, they have demonstrated that they never really meant it.

Far be it from me to divine the workings of the conservative mind, but my suspicion is that Buckley didn't imagine that insanity and stupidity was particular to those whose last names start with the letter A.