They were singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
- Don McClean
MARK THAT DATE DOWN LADIES AND GENTLEMEN: JANUARY 12, 2011. It will be remembered as the day the music — that is, all the static Sarah Palin has been putting over America’s airwaves for over two years — finally died.
It was the day she finally piled on the proverbial straw that broke the back of many misinformed and misguided Americans who for a long time bought into her radical bill of goods. This was the day she became a non-entity!
The great magic show she had somehow successfully put on, convincing our society’s most ignorant — the “Joe Six-Packs” — she was the second coming of Christ in political garb, has finally disintegrated in the light of exposure. And guess who turned on the lamp?
This was the woman who told us her knowledge of international affairs was predicated on her ability to see Russia from her Alaskan back porch, the one who warned us of alleged”Death Panels” that would be a direct result of Obamacare, the one who encouraged the proliferation of the insane baseless rumor our president was not a legitimate American citizen, and the one who exclaimed “Drill baby Drill,” right before the BP disaster offered the most credible rebuttal.
This was the space cadet who drove the McCain presidential campaign people nothing short of crazy when she kept referring to her then VP opponent Joe Biden as “Joe O’Biden. In order to avoid coast-to-coast humiliation in an upcoming debate between the two, the staffers coached her to just ask his permission to simply call him Joe before the duel began, knowing the gracious Biden would accommodate her.
Clearly not a subscriber to the concept of commitment, the former governor, after losing out on the vice presidential sweepstakes, crapped out on the remainder of her four-year gubernatorial term and hit the road paved with gold — literally!
Immediately spreading her message of gloom and doom nationwide, she began making untold millions on personal appearances in front of fringe groups, as well as a book clearly ghost written for her.
As part of her Teabag Party strategy during the last campaign, she drew up a map, placing cross-hairs around every candidate she opposed, including Arizona Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords, the Democrat known as a moderate peacemaker, whose cross-hair was penetrated last week by a near-fatal 9mm round to the head. Although the distinguished member of the House remains in critical shape, she continues to show signs that she will one day leave the hospital in a wheelchair rather than by transportation provided by an undertaker.
Naturally, Palin was going to receive some backlash for this, although there has been no direct connection made between her and the shooter. But when you continually run your mouth as irresponsibly and as she has, you can’t possibly expect a free pass!
So after waiting a couple of days in political isolation, Palin finally records a video for the nation’s viewing, attempting to the clean up a PR nightmare, if only indirectly, she created for herself.
But the Queen of Falsehoods, with a clearly bitter tone, chose to play the victim of what she called “Blood Libel” — a term with a deep-rooted anti-Semitic undertone. The vast majority of references she made during her recorded diatribe were about herself. With the exception of Congresswoman Giffords, she made not one mention of the other victims by name.
But later that evening, in front of a packed arena at the University of Arizona, President Obama did! And he spread the message of not only sorrow and grief, but of hope the nation can use this horrific calamity to heal itself, perhaps to set a completely new context of communication in America as a whole, not just in the political domain.
The difference between the messages delivered by Palin and the president was tantamount to that of a third-grade student and a college professor. And believe me, it did not escape the eyes of America. With the exception of the continuously enraged mouthpieces at FOX, several Republicans — even of the most conservative variety — began to distance themselves from the former governor.
With her reality show recently being canned by The Learning Channel due to horrendous ratings, one can only get the feeling that she won’t be receiving any calls from major publishers to author an encore either.
Palin’s fall from her self-constucted pedestal should come as no surprise, given she ran into the most dangerous obstacle in the game of politics: her own ego.
From the moment she entered the national political arena, she has come off like the consummate bimbo, a completely unseasoned hick politician. Well aware this, indeed, is a “tits-and-ass” society, she has played on the hormones of vibrant males with expensive makeup, top-line push-up bras and exceptionally tight skirts.
As shallow as they come, the Caribous Barbie severely underestimated her prey, as it never occurred to her most intelligent men will not vote for a completely misinformed imbecile, regardless of how well endowed she might be — not unless they came out of the movie “Deliverance.” She just didn’t understand being a former beauty-pageant queen was not a stepping stone to a career as a savvy politician.
The former governor over-evaluated herself, I suspect long ago. Egocentric, arrogant and completely self-absorbed, she never saw the distinction between running a state with only 698,473 people– which happens to be separated from 48 others by this enormous land mass called Canada — and governing a nation with a diverse population well over 300 million.
I doubt she hasn’t gotten it yet, even after this latest colossal blunder, but this was the day the music died for Sarah Palin. There is only one avenue left for Jane Six-Pack to travel: She can go to the closest illiterate redneck bar and commiserate with “them good old boys drinking whiskey and rye.”
So long Governor, or should I really say, “Bye, bye miss american Pie!”








