Thank you, Sarah Palin

Wow, I would have thought that Michael Palin wrote this, not Sarah.

Aren’t you the same anti-beef screamers blogging hate from your comfy leather office chairs, wrapped in your fashionable leather belts above your kickin’ new leather pumps you bought because your celebrity idols (who sport fur and crocodile purses) grinned in a tabloid wearing the exact same Louboutins exiting sleek cowhide covered limo seats on their way to some liberal fundraiser shindig at some sushi bar that features poor dead smelly roe (that I used to strip from our Bristol Bay-caught fish, and in a Dillingham cannery I packed those castoff fish eggs for you while laughing with co-workers about the suckers paying absurdly high prices to party with the throw away parts of our wild seafood)? I believe you call those discarded funky eggs “caviar”.

What could bring us such delightful Palinism?

Trig Palin and the Palin dog, “Jill Hadassah” (hold on to that for trivia night!)

Palin posted a photo of her son, Trig, stepping on the family dog. PETA, hysterical harpy idiots that they are, flipped the fuck out about it. In a statement to Politico, PETA President Ingrid Newkirk said, “it’s odd that anyone — let alone a mother — would find it appropriate to post such a thing, with no apparent sympathy for the dog in the photo.” (source)

Seriously.

I despise Sarah Palin as much as the next sane person. Well, I would imagine that John McCain has stronger feelings about her, but that’s another story. I agree that she should be beaten into dust by the marketplace of ideas – since she has very little, if anything, to sell in that marketplace.

Nevertheless, watching her fight with PETA is sorta like watching two assholes fight in a bar. You ever been in a bar where two assholes, both of whom could use a beat down, wind up fighting with each other? As long as you stay out of the way, everyone wins. They both get a beating of some sorts, and perhaps one or both go to jail. Then you go on with your night, laugh your ass off, drink too much, slump into a cab, get home and laugh your ass off some more. Meanwhile, the assholes get stitches and bail bondsmen in their lives.

PETA is ok with this one.

So look, you want to shit on Sarah Palin, get in line. And, the raw materials for it abound. Criticizing her for this shit is absurd. Especially so when PETA’s “woman of the year” for 2009 posted pretty much the exact same photo. (source) I suppose that it could be seen as a little different, since the Elen Degeneres photo wasn’t of something happening in her own house, but I doubt that’s what caused the differential treatment.

Anyhow, PETA shits on Palin, and Palin responds with… lets just read it again, since it is such delicious word salad.

Aren’t you the same anti-beef screamers blogging hate from your comfy leather office chairs, wrapped in your fashionable leather belts above your kickin’ new leather pumps you bought because your celebrity idols (who sport fur and crocodile purses) grinned in a tabloid wearing the exact same Louboutins exiting sleek cowhide covered limo seats on their way to some liberal fundraiser shindig at some sushi bar that features poor dead smelly roe (that I used to strip from our Bristol Bay-caught fish, and in a Dillingham cannery I packed those castoff fish eggs for you while laughing with co-workers about the suckers paying absurdly high prices to party with the throw away parts of our wild seafood)? I believe you call those discarded funky eggs “caviar”.

Yeah… I’m not even going to bother to dissect that one.

I just want to thank Sarah Palin for the laughs. And, I want to remind millions of Americans that they voted for this dipshit.