Forget about the questionable parental judgment that would welcome the spotlight of media attention aimed squarely at your seventeen year old daughter who came to you in her most awful, awkward and desperate time asking you for your love and support.
This isn’t about the beauty queen pertness, the beehive hairdo or unfortunate fashion decisions.
Sarah Palin’s supporters see in her what they see in themselves – a strong work ethic, a professed love of god and country, a deep distrust of too much educatin’, plus the occasional failure of a personal kind that results in an unplanned pregnancy, or a divorce, or a night out on the town with a little too much alcohol involved. In Sarah Palin, they see their own white, middle class lives that are occasionally marked with a bit of trouble, but heck, family and friends and god and country will always smooth out the divots. It ain’t that bad. And, if it is, it’s your own damn fault.
It’s your own damn fault for getting raped by your father, your mother’s boyfriend or the next door neighbor.
It’s your own damn fault for not having the resources to get an education or learn a trade.
It’s your own damn fault for getting sick.
It’s your own damn fault for staying with a man who threatens to kill you every day of your life.
It’s your own damn fault for being born to a crack-addicted mother.
It’s your own damn fault that your employer sent your job overseas.
It’s your own damn fault that your company pension plan was ravaged by incompetent and greedy owners.
It’s your own damn fault for not being white. and pretty. and ambitious.
The trouble with Sarah Palin is that she so perfectly mirrors the absolute worst of the Republican Party, including the hubris that led her to say “yes” to McCain’s preposterous offer of the Vice Presidency.
Sarah, honey, when the Republican white guys kick you into the gravel, you gotta know, it was your own damn fault.