In the wreckage of their election blowout, conservatives gather to plot Sarah Palin's next career move.
Christopher Buckley
The Daily Beast
As I type, a boatload of bigfoot conservatives are aboard a cruise ship at an undisclosed location somewhere east of Fort Lauderdale and very west of Eden. They are sipping piña coladas and dribbling guacamole onto their chins as they chew over Topic A, namely “What the F--- Was That All About?”
Mitt Romney is aboard, presumably not sipping piña coladas. His ticket for the cruise came to about $45 million, so I hope they gave him the Admiral’s Suite on A Deck. Within his earshot, the conversations are likely to consist of politely murmured, “So, sir, what’s our strategy for you in 2012?” My guess, with all respect to Gov. Romney, a fine man of multiple accomplishments but not, as it turned out, a dynamo at the podium, is that the conversations beyond his earshot will be more focused on the fortunes of another governor, GOP pin-up girl Sarah Palin.
I’ll stipulate that that’s condescending, if my former confreres on the Right will stipulate that had Gov. Palin’s first name been “Bob” or “Chuck,” her surname would still be unrecognizable to 90 percent of the American electorate.
Nexis and Google have so far failed to unearth evidence of any previous candidate for the U.S. vice presidency being called—by their own campaign, no less—a “whack job.”
There will be 425—or possibly 426—books written about the 2008 campaign. (Newsweek has in effect already published the first, in its customary, breathtaking quadrennial display of behind-the-scenes journalism.) Many of these books will dwell in breast-heaving detail on the Palin Factor. Was she really a “diva”? “Whack job”? (Nexis and Google have so far failed to unearth evidence of any previous candidate for the U.S. vice presidency being called—by their own campaign, no less—a “whack job.”) Or was she in fact a maligned victim of elite snobbery (see “pin up girl,” above) by toffee-nosed, Georgetown cocktail-swillers? Reporters, meanwhile, will make the 1,000 mile trudge to Juneau and Wasilla, by snow mobile and dog-sled, to find out what, really, is on Gov. Palin’s mind, 2012-wise.
(More here.)
The Daily Beast
As I type, a boatload of bigfoot conservatives are aboard a cruise ship at an undisclosed location somewhere east of Fort Lauderdale and very west of Eden. They are sipping piña coladas and dribbling guacamole onto their chins as they chew over Topic A, namely “What the F--- Was That All About?”
Mitt Romney is aboard, presumably not sipping piña coladas. His ticket for the cruise came to about $45 million, so I hope they gave him the Admiral’s Suite on A Deck. Within his earshot, the conversations are likely to consist of politely murmured, “So, sir, what’s our strategy for you in 2012?” My guess, with all respect to Gov. Romney, a fine man of multiple accomplishments but not, as it turned out, a dynamo at the podium, is that the conversations beyond his earshot will be more focused on the fortunes of another governor, GOP pin-up girl Sarah Palin.
I’ll stipulate that that’s condescending, if my former confreres on the Right will stipulate that had Gov. Palin’s first name been “Bob” or “Chuck,” her surname would still be unrecognizable to 90 percent of the American electorate.
Nexis and Google have so far failed to unearth evidence of any previous candidate for the U.S. vice presidency being called—by their own campaign, no less—a “whack job.”
There will be 425—or possibly 426—books written about the 2008 campaign. (Newsweek has in effect already published the first, in its customary, breathtaking quadrennial display of behind-the-scenes journalism.) Many of these books will dwell in breast-heaving detail on the Palin Factor. Was she really a “diva”? “Whack job”? (Nexis and Google have so far failed to unearth evidence of any previous candidate for the U.S. vice presidency being called—by their own campaign, no less—a “whack job.”) Or was she in fact a maligned victim of elite snobbery (see “pin up girl,” above) by toffee-nosed, Georgetown cocktail-swillers? Reporters, meanwhile, will make the 1,000 mile trudge to Juneau and Wasilla, by snow mobile and dog-sled, to find out what, really, is on Gov. Palin’s mind, 2012-wise.
(More here.)
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