Sarah Palin’s visit to Richmond, Virginia, this week drew roughly 3 times the population of Wasilla. Unfortunately, she mistook some people in the back for hecklers and reminded them how American soldiers had proudly fought to preserve their right to yell for the sound to be turned up.
People with Down Syndrome have been drawn to the altar of Palin. It makes me wonder if she ever has any pangs of conscience over trying to kill Trig, her similarly-challenged infant.
When she’s doing her devoted-mother schtick, parading Trig around the stage, she could add some truth to her stump speeches and boost McCain:
“Back in April, Trig here broke my water – a month early, dagnabbit – to say, ‘Mommy, I’m ready for my birthday!’. But I went ahead and gave a speech in Texas anyway. Then I flew all the way from Texas to Alaska before I went to the hospital. We already knew Trig was ‘special,’ but we really had no idea just how special he is. That day in spite of my best efforts, my son survived and showed me he’s a real fighter, doggonit, just like John McCain!”
Now Palin’s slam-dunking Levi Johnston, her son-in-law-to-be. She let Bristol start dating Johnston as a freshman, apparently without telling her about the birds and the bees or birth control. Johnston just told reporters he has dropped out of high school to work on the oil fields. He must hope to give himself and Bristol a jump-start as teen trailer trash with a baby when they’re married next summer.
Oh, and Johnson didn’t register in time to vote for Palin.
Palin uses ignorance like a weapon to screw up the lives of those closest to her, but it backfired with her former brother-in-law, Mike Wooten, the state trooper she tried to have fired.
Wooten’s still on the job, and Palin’s abuse of power has been exposed, with possibly more to come, because the ethics investigation has been expanded.
As they say, paybacks are hell.
I only hope Palin’s ever-lengthening trail of poison doesn’t lead to the White House.