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An Open Letter To Sarah Palin
An Open Letter To Sarah Palin
Someone's built a candy castle for my sweet sixteen, Someone's built a candy brain and filled it in.
- Billy Idol
Dear Governor Palin,
I don't really see many examples of people telling you the truth in a direct way, so I'm going to. The truth is that you're in way over your head, sweetie. I think you know it too, but your arrogance is what makes it hard for many of us to feel sympathy for you. Arrogance for the sake of arrogance isn't very productive any more than style is a legitimate substitute for substance. You should understand what you're dealing with. They got you into this mess and your 10' tall & bulletproof aura is what pushed you through the door, but it will never work, Sarah. It never has, and it never could. You simply don't have the chops. Not even by half. It's sad, too. In the end you'll just be another American Idol loser, and you'll have willed it. You already are.
End it, Sarah - and do it now while you can escape mostly unscathed. They'll hate you for it, but they don't really love you anyway. I'm not the only one who thinks so, and you know it is a bad sign when your fellow conservatives agree. You need to call it all off, and do it before you get into the octagon with Joe Biden and really embarrass yourself. I'm only telling you this because I'm a nice guy, but I must also confess that seeing your campaign go down in proverbial flames is almost too schadenfreudelicious. I'll take that delight because it's easy as long as you keep doing all the work to make it so. Let's face it - fair is fair. When you do embarrassing, you do that shit up, girl. Seriously, I thought I was going to break a rib watching you in nonaction.
There's no respect from your seemingly adoring coffers, if anything it is rather contemptible what's been done so far. You're just hair, tits, and ass to them. It wouldn't matter how articulate or well versed you might have been for their purposes or where you stand on the issues, you were chosen because you're the beautiful MILF they've never had and all secretly want. You'll kill dinner AND cook it up and serve it to them, and they're all under the spell of something they alone created - and it has nothing to do with you at all. They want the Marilyn, it doesn't matter whether or not there's a Norma Jean as long as they can have Caribou Barbie.
Even the wives of your adoring GOP beaux want you, Sarah. They want to be you, to fuck you, or they want you dead (in their minds) for being hotter to their masters than they ever will be - and they know it. You also serve to protect the Stepford dainties that are validated through the notion that you don't have to be the smartest or the most ableas long as you look good. Because after all, it's vanity that truly matters. Oh look at me, speaking to you like you don't already know this. Men love you for the very thing women hate you for, that you'll do what they tell you to do and make it look like it is their idea - and look hot doing it. Maybe it's easier to be hated for those things, but you don't make it easy at all when the other women - REAL women - have plenty of reasons to want to see you fall. That was so cold it stopped just short of SURRENDER DOROTHY. You reap what you sow, they say.
Time for the white towel. You never should have gotten this far, but if you choose to keep on stumbling towards ecstasy then I say let the bloodbath begin. That's as close as I get to sympathetic towards you because frankly you scare the hot smoking fuck out of me.
Speaking of bloodbaths, be careful of Cindy McCain, Sarah - she looks at you as if she already knows what your flesh and veins taste like and how it will smell filling her bathtub when she gets her way at last. That is of course unless Ted Nugent beats her to it and fucks you in half...