I know! That’s gotta hurt, but some of the same people who recently found themselves in Palin’s gunsights are invoking her name to raise campaign money.
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There was a clip from this on The Daily Show last night. At one point Palin said that some people say that John McCain was at the *first* Tea Party. And she was there to help him. Imagine if she’d been there to hurt him.
The one in Boston Harbor in 1775 or thereabouts?
I believe it. ;-)
He had that rigor mortis grin at the rally where she spoke. From the book (Yes, I finished it), his campaign kept hers pretty much entirely in the dark. I don’t sense a lot of love there.
The new strategy for the GOP….nipple zippers.
Not “Members Only?”
“Members only” is too ’60s.
The RNC communicates it’s call to membership in a much more sophisticated, contemporary, millennial political correctness.
For example:
“A destination for provocative revelry that combines eroticism and nightlife exclusivity. An alluring ambience designed with elegance and comfort while maintaining underground vitality.”
Makes ya wanna jump right in…don’t it?
Nipple Zippers are the new badge of the Republikan Party.
I bow to your nipple zippers, and leave off my Members Only.
It’s interesting that you’re not saying a lot about this book.
I didn’t love her before I read the book, and now I’m just confused. I wish for about 20 minutes in a conversation with her, but she hardly owes me (or any one else) that. I learned a lot about Alaska and that was cool. It was a political memoir where the person uses every other sentence to push his/her notions about democracy, America, and his/her place in it. That kind of writing is not restricted to Republicans.
Speaking of nothing, who suggested “District 9?” I watched it tonight. It was way better than I would have suspected, as I’m not the most dedicated of science fiction fans.
Confused? She is a fraud. She reminds me of a televangelist.
Eeewww…which reminds me of a story, but don’t worry. It’s short. When I signed up for Hartford Seminary (I bet I’ve told this before but), Mr. DJ put up a bit of a fuss, which annoyed me until it finally came out that he feared I was on my way to becoming a televangelist. As a member of the Holy Roman Church (and living as he does in CT, surrounded by fellow parishioners), the only real exposure he’d had to a committed Protestant was watching televangelists on TV. I think he feared I’d rat my hair and get a show or something.
Back in the days when I was (called) a Protestant, the priest at St. Rose’s (across from the Burnside Methodist Church) told his child-parishioners that they should not be playing with us heathen kids.
My Catholic friends were told that — just as I was told not to date anyone outside the church of Christ. Without discussion, we all decided to ignore that suggestion.
I was taught that Catholics (as well as Mormons, Jehovah’s Witnesses, Moslems, etc. etc. everyone who wasn’t us) were in a cult. I was not to mix with cultists.
Sad, isn’t it?
Yeah, it’s pretty hard to ignore someone who sits at the next desk and whose humor / smarts / friendliness / whatever are appealing. And forbidden fruit, even in the form of a goofy fellow-teenager, is all the more appealing.
This is not to say it didn’t take place on “our side” as well — my mother questioned my sister’s choice of a boyfriend with a Polish last name — but it didn’t seem so institutionalized, at least not via Sunday school or MYF.
I thought a “mixed marriage” was when an Irish Catholic married an Italian Catholic.
That’s how it worked for my husband’s parents. One Irish. One Italian. Both Catholic, and still, it was a point of debate.
Did Mr. DJ think you might make a lot of money or open a theme park, or something?
Perhaps his hope was that I would bring in more money, yes.
I can’t wait to see the plans for “Dating Jesus: The Theme Park!”
Imagine the possibilities, ride-wise.
“who suggested District 9?”
That would be me. Glad you liked it!
Sharon! Wow. I think I warned you that I’m not a science fiction fan, but when the metaphors are out there where even I can recognize them, I’m so there.
I enjoyed it as well. I found myself shaking my head through the entire thing. I was stunned that they made this movie. I don’t know why but I was.