Meet the Real Sarah Palin
by Janet Crain
Poor Barack Obama; so many darn things are above his pay grade. Like when life begins, where his birth certificate is, who the old man who lived in his neighborhood really was*, how to buy a house without being "boneheaded", how you really should at least check out the flavor of a Church you choose to attend and the outrageous political babblings of its pastor, also you might realize that a disabled vet might have trouble typing, have an inkling of what your day job really is, how it's not nice to dis your Grandma who raised you and put you through an elite private school from age 10 on, how you really should vote yes or no every now and then as a United States Senator, how it's a tad bit presumptious to address a foreign nation as if you were the POTUS, how deeply offended people are by a flippant response to a serious moral issue, and on and on and on.
But give the guy a break; it must really hurt to knock yourself out for 17 years in your carefully planned strategy to become President. Paying all your dues, so to speak, cultivating all the right people, kissing all the right ..., skipping agilely over the stepping stones, never taking your eyes off the main prize. And then just when the finish line came into sight, out of nowhere, comes a bright new fresh face and personality and steals all your thunder. Oh, but ooops, that was Hilliary, right, and Obama was the upstart. Well, what goes around comes around and all that.
Poor Barack Obama; so many darn things are above his pay grade. Like when life begins, where his birth certificate is, who the old man who lived in his neighborhood really was*, how to buy a house without being "boneheaded", how you really should at least check out the flavor of a Church you choose to attend and the outrageous political babblings of its pastor, also you might realize that a disabled vet might have trouble typing, have an inkling of what your day job really is, how it's not nice to dis your Grandma who raised you and put you through an elite private school from age 10 on, how you really should vote yes or no every now and then as a United States Senator, how it's a tad bit presumptious to address a foreign nation as if you were the POTUS, how deeply offended people are by a flippant response to a serious moral issue, and on and on and on.
But give the guy a break; it must really hurt to knock yourself out for 17 years in your carefully planned strategy to become President. Paying all your dues, so to speak, cultivating all the right people, kissing all the right ..., skipping agilely over the stepping stones, never taking your eyes off the main prize. And then just when the finish line came into sight, out of nowhere, comes a bright new fresh face and personality and steals all your thunder. Oh, but ooops, that was Hilliary, right, and Obama was the upstart. Well, what goes around comes around and all that.
*In his 2001 screed, Fugitive Days, William Ayers recounts his life as a Sixties radical, his tenure as a Weatherman lieutenant, his terrorist campaign across America, and his enduring hatred for for the United States. "What a country," Ayers said in 2001. "It makes me want to puke."
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