January 9, 2011

SARAH PALIN: WHA? WHO? ME?


In the wake of the shooting in Arizona that has now killed six and has twelve still wounded, with US Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords still being in critical condition (just as you might expect when you get shot through the head, and even if the latest news states that she is able to communicate, it does not make the act less abhorrent), our girlfriend Sarah Palin does what she does best.

What is that, you may ask?

Well, in fact it is she that is the victim. What? Does that surprise you? Girlfriend has never ever been able to portray herself as anything but a victim, even when she was telling her supporters to "reload" and put cross-hairs on twenty Congressional districts, including that of none other than Giffords. Of course, now her aides are telling quite a different story.


That the cross-hairs were never in any way or shape violent imagery.

Hey, girlfriend? This comes from somebody who designed a lot of magazines. Either you are even more monumentally stupid than anybody has ever thought, but it is more likely that you knew exactly what you were doing. You and your aides. You appealed to those who have a lot of guns in their houses. You appealed to their way of thinking. You wanted them to understand, you wanted to talk to them in their own language.


You and your friends in the Tea Party, who tapped into that anger (and boy, do I understand anger) and wanted them to know that you were one of them.

But don't you try to wiggle your fat ass out of this one, girlfriend.

You put cross-hairs on a map. On names. And you told them to "reload". And anybody who has ever designed information graphics, anybody who has ever worked in graphics or design at a magazine and/or a newspaper knows fucking exactly what cross-hairs stand for.

So don't you pull out now. Don't you dare play the victim. You and your friends, like Sharron Angle, with her second amendment remedies that she talked about, you created an atmosphere in which violence was sooner or later bound to happen,l in which sooner or later one madman would do exactly what you had told them to do, in, oh so wonderfully thinly disguised language.

So don't you dare to play the victim now.

Dare to do something different for a change.

Dare to say, "hell, this is never what I wanted to happen. I'm sorry. And I will try to be more respectful to my political adversaries and to those who don't agree with me. I will call them names, but I will no longer call others to arms."

But of course, that is not what you are going to do.

Because in the end, it's all about you, isn't it? While in Tuscon people will have to come to terms with the fact that six people died in a needless, violent outburst, in Alaska and on Twitter and on Facebook, it still remains the same. You are the centre of the world, political and otherwise. And that dog-gone liberal media continues to hound you like, oh, I don't know, like you hound wolves from the air.

Because it is all about you, isn't it?

Only it isn't. I have stated here many times before, actions have consequences, and it is one of the greatest fallacies of the modern American society, of those who are in power, who sneaked, cheated and bribed themselves into power and then lied, cheated and bribed some more (and this does include, oh, so many Democrats as well) that they believe there are no consequences.

You are one of them, girlfriend.

You are one of those people who manipulate, who whisper into people's ears, who stroke their minds and egos like it's a cock, who tell them what they want to hear and say that it's okay, don't worry, I am on your side, but without ever being out there in such a way that harm can happen to you.

Other people are in harm's way. Normal people. Regular people. Others are the ones who get caught in the crossfire. Because take it also from somebody who knows a lot about taking up a rifle, who has been in the armed services... there will always be innocent bystanders. There will always be somebody in the way, even if you are trained, even if you are a professional.

There is no clean shot. Not ever. And as I stated in the post before, anybody with half a mind (and I am perfectly aware that some may think this is a tasteless remark, considering Giffords' state at this moment), but yes, anybody with half a mind could have seen the events of Tuscon coming a mile away. You don't even need to be a student of history.

All you would have to do is to think it through. To think about the consequences before you opened your mouth. But that is not you, is it, girlfriend? That is not who you ever were. You snaked by on charm and promises.

And you will continue to do so.