100 Blogs for Sarah

The left is in a tizzy and, as usual, the weak-kneed right is falling apart. There's something disconcerting about this; about the utter lack of self-confidence. Let me give you a little tip; the KosKids, DUmmies, and their ilk are dumber then a bag of rocks. And insane. Did I mention insane? But, they're motivated. And they're determined. And they don't let little things like "facts" and "consistency" get in their way. And they hate, hate, hate, hate Sarah Palin. If I knew nothing else about her, that would be sufficient reason to rise to her defense. But, I know an awful lot more about her; I know she's smart. Maybe not Ivy smart; maybe not sitting on the quad sipping lattes while listening to some Wilco in your hot new polo smart, but pretty darn smart. I know she's taken on a corrupt Alaskan establishment, and ultimately come around on some pretty important issues to conservatives. I know she's a wife, a mother, a hunter, a fisherwoman, and a lover of sports.

And she's not an elite. She's from Alaska./sarc. This does not compute for the left. The only sorts of acceptable people in their universe are Ivy League blowhards cooling it in hopping Metro's, and bi-focalled, dishevelled, 20 somethings, living in their mothers' basements, eating cheetos off the carpet in their underwear. If you left Barack Obama or any of these leftist clowns in Alaska, they'd be huddling under a makeshift hut listening to their Ipod, aka Ben Stiller in Tropic Thunder (I think I'll call it Arctic Thunder). So they're gleefully out to destroy Sarah Palin, to vindicate their own superiority, and because they figure that just a few more hate-filled blog-posts, and they'll have enough ad money to get out of the basement and move to the attic. Maybe afford non-lint filled cheetos. And the Right is huddlingtoo; not in a basement, but in their living rooms; those yokel living rooms, where folks cling to their guns and know how to clean a fish, and work during the day, before popping onto the couch to throw back a Yuengling. They're huddling because they're self-destructive. And because they don't have moral courage. And because they're cowed by 8 years of Bush, and by their moderate and liberal friends who think we've never had it so bad. And they don't want to win.

That's most of the right. Then there's the conservative elite, who are equally perturbed that Governor Palin doesn't have Ivy dripping from her diploma, and hasn't spent years smoozing think tankers and laughing inanely at cocktail parties. They don't get her either. And they're afraid that they'll be kicked out of the club of Foucalt reading, wrist-flipping, dandies if they defend her too strenuously. So it's up to us. We can stand back and be cowed, and hand the country over to a bunch of leftist thugs (yes, thugs)- and make no mistake that's what we'll be doing if we "wait" to see how this Palin thing shakes out, remaining "objective" so we can hold our head high if it all goes awry. Or we can defend about the only thing/person/idea that's gotten conservatives excited since George Bush put away John F. Kerry in 2004, and before that, since Ronald Wilson Reagan strapped on his his cowboy boots and rode off into the sunset. It's your choice. I don't pretend to know how you'll choose, but I'm casting my lot with Sarah.

And I'm going to start a blog, with this as a first post, to try to revive some energy back into the conservative movement. To combat, the Koskids, and the DUmmies, and the escaped mental patients. Not a big blog, or a fancy blog. I'm just one citizen. But, I have something to say. I have someone to defend. And if you're honest, and if you're brave, and if you're active, you'll realize you have something to say too;and that finally, finally, maybe you have someone worth defending. So start a blog. Defend Sarah. Maybe we won't get to a hundred; maybe we don't need a hundred; maybe I'm totally bonkers. But, there's something to be said for the activism it takes to insert yourself into the process, rather then passively watching it crush you. That's how movements are built. Here's mine, with this post. Where's yours?