October 3rd, 2008 by Oskar Kennedy

I finally get it. I have seen the light. Sarah Palin is the perfect Republican candidate. She is the future of the party. She is the distilled, fortified and artificially sweetened essence of all the farcical faux-populism that the party has cultivated since the 1960s.
She is everything that Bush aspires to be. Home-spun, aw shucks, just folks. Where Bush is a millionaire Ivy League graduate playing redneck, Palin actually is a rural girl. Uneducated, unsophisticated, unconcerned with anything more complicated that the feelings of her moose-fed gut. Palin appeals to the bedrock narcissism of red state voters, who can’t abide being governed by anyone with more intellectual ability than them. Educated people are the enemy, and Sarah Palin will smite them with a spear fashioned entirely from small-town charm.
She is the solution to the ultimate political equation. She manages to wed the “one stoplight and a general store” narrative to actual charisma. She’s the lady who, with a wink and a “darn right,” could wrangle the middle class into voting for the party of unfettered greed and unregulated business. If they can’t make it to the polls, they will write their choice on the back of their foreclosure notices, and mail them in as absentee ballots.
Palin is the perfect front for the Republicans. She is the tempura icing on a cardboard display cake in a wedding catalog. There is nothing of substance, not even empty calories, but the look is all that matters.
In order to stay in the White House, The Rove-publicans have tapped that woman who makes it her life’s work to take over the PTA, who quits the book club in a huff because that Amy Tan is just too naughty, who writes letters to the newspaper when the library won’t get rid of Heather Has Two Mommies, and made her a national politician. They have gambled that, in the event that John McCain’s coal-fired cyborg heart finally gives out, this person can lead the most powerful nation on Earth. And we’re falling for it.
Our only hope is that the Rapture makes it here before election day.
If I manage to get through this election without a serious cardiac event, it will be a small miracle.