It’s Sarah Palin Sunday. Vol. 5
Dear Mrs. Palin,
Ever since your log cabin fell from the sky, scores of little people from across the land have slowly emerged from mysterious hiding places clamouring to hear your seductive tale.
You’ve been seen traveling far and wide, blustering like an almighty and powerful wizard asking how that “hopey, changey thing” is working out. Well, things are slowly looking up, ya betcha! But, patience will be required as we dig out from underneath the weight of two wars, inequitable tax policies and a financial industry left largely unregulated, running amuck. Such perilous times as these require authentic leadership, not your sleight of hand sorcery.
An engaged observer understands that safely concealed sits a consortium of special interest players pulling the real levers of your power. Ah, such are the joys of the grand puppeteers. In the meantime, given your outstanding “once in a lifetime” performance, it appears the road from Wasilla to Washington has been richly paved with gold. But, as the script ordains, we pay no attention to the producers gathered behind the curtains.
Still, a question burns for those fearing your mystical appeal, “are you a good witch . . . or a bad witch”?