Triumph Of The Shrill

Her handlers issued her marching orders. Deliver us from evil. Do what the top of the ticket has no talent to do. Excite them! Speak their language! Make it sexy! Don't confuse them with issues.
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A sea of homogeneous faces reacting in unison. A nationalistic symbol hypnotically waves before a hungry crowd. They eagerly await the arrival of their anointed leader. She's one of them. She sounds like them or someone they know. She has problems like they do. She speaks in terms they understand, no highfalutin' words. She's not glamorous but to them she's beautiful. She hunts. She fishes. She even skins her catch. She's the one they've been waiting for.

She walks out in her freshly pressed uniform; an A-line skirt, jacket and a banana clip in her hair. Her legions go wild. "It's her! She's here. We got the babe!" They gush and coo. She stands before them. She's a sphinx. She allows them ample time to drink in her presence before she speaks. "God, country, family." Her words are orgasmic to their ears. She speaks again. "God, country, family." They can't contain themselves. They rise and chant her name, "Sarah, Sarah, Sarah!" She throws her head back and closes her eyes then speaks again. "God, country, family." She repeats her mantra over and over again to the delight of her exultant disciples. They are drenched from excitement. She's as cool as her icy delivery. She says it one last time. "God, country, family." She steps back and looks down upon them. They scream for more. She teases them by stepping forward, but says nothing. They scream and pant for more. Their appetite for her is insatiable.

When it was all said and done no one knew what she really believed in. No one knew how she would stimulate the weak economy. No one knew how she would rehabilitate the health care system. No one knew how she justified refusing victims of rape and incest the opportunity to terminate a resulting pregnancy. No one saw that she had no power as commander in chief of the Alaska National Guard. No one knew she denied women pay parity with men. No one knew she vetoed a bill to aid families with children with disabilities, prior to declaring she would be their advocate. No one knew she sought earmarks while claiming to be a reformer. No one even knew if she ever had a friend with pigmentation. No one knew she was groomed and fashioned by the same team who created the present dullard and chief.

Her handlers issued her marching orders. Deliver us from evil. Do what the top of the ticket has no talent to do. Excite them! Speak their language! Make it sexy! Don't confuse them with issues. Theocracy, theocracy, theocracy! Make it sexy! And for God's sake, stay away from the press. Those left wing commie bastards are trying to get that uppity nigger elected. The masses are asses, they'll buy anything in a pretty package. That's where you come in. This doddering old has-been, can't even inspire the Klan. We need you to do what you do best. Slap on some lipstick and pumps and sell it. Let them know the choice is clear. Us or them!

At the GOP convention, Sarah Palin, the new Reverend of the Right, delivered what she was charged to do. With a squint eye and a stretched upper lip, Sarah Palin spelled out for real Americans, what was at stake in this election. Community Organizer aka uppity nigger with the mouthy wife versus God-fearing Christian folks, aka "agents of intolerance." It's that simple. Nothing more needs to be said. Her Christian brethren and sistren made it clear they were more than willing to ignore the hypocrisy between her words and life. As long as she keeps charming them with folksy tales and biting epigrams, she need not discuss what ails the country.

The GOP's Madonna's additional task is to plant the seed of doubt. Remind the supporters of the Ivy League blackamoor that they would be transferring the seat of power from us to them. Make them see that they have a fealty to their own kind. Divide and conquer! Trite, tried and effective.

Triumph of the shrill. The emergence of the Fourth Reich is dawning in America. Armed with the bible, not the constitution, scripture, not law, and smug ignorance, not enlightenment, the Evangelical Christian soldiers march forward. They are goose stepping across America with Sarah Palin at the helm, chanting, "Drill baby drill!" John McCain, oh him. He's shifted from being Bush's sidekick to riding Sarah Palin's pantyhose to the white house.

Poor John McCain, a POW once again. This time he's at the mercy of extreme right wing terrorists. But thanks to those Bush tax cuts he can serve his time in a plush suite at any Hilton in the good ole US of A. I'm just wondering when they're going to change the signs: PALIN-mccain.

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