I say let the media keep trashing Palin. The more they do it, they worse it’s going to impact them for having done so.
The lady is essentially bulletproof at this point.
I say let the media keep trashing Palin. The more they do it, they worse it’s going to impact them for having done so.
The lady is essentially bulletproof at this point.
***Well, I agree before I disagree on that item... ;-) Basically, now there are millions of Americans who IDENTIFY with Supernova Sarah, so all this media trashing is going to backfire into a nice payday for the republicans. But, now that we identify with her, we don’t want to see her get beat up on, we want to stand beside her and say “bug off” to the media. Now that the media has stepped over the line, she doesn’t really have to answer a single question, even ones of substance, if she doesn’t want to. I know she wouldn’t do that because she’s a natural at this swordsmanship. This was her “I paid for this microphone” moment. Recall that every debate moderator after that episode in Reagan’s career was more than polite, even when he started wandering off into the weeds. Putting the media in their place, like how Reagan put the debate moderator in his place, will pay dividends for the rest of her (presidential) career. So, “letting” the media keep trashing Palin won’t be acceptable to Americans who identify with her. Hopefully she gets to write the rules of engagement with the press corps, which is a first for someone at this level.
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Here’s how I’ve been bumping Palin/Obama threads.
Sung to the tune of “Oh! Susanna, don’t you cry for me.”
“Oh, no Bama, please don’t lie to me... for I’m off to Free Republic with a laptop on my knee.”
I come from Minnesota with my laptop on my knee;
I’m goin’ to Free Republic my true love for to see.
It rained all night the day I left,
the weather it was dry;
The sun so hot I froze to death,
Obama don’t you lie.
Oh! No Bama, don’t you lie to me;
I come from Minnesota,
with my laptop on my knee.
I had a dream the other night,
When everything was still;
I thought I saw Obama dear,
A-coming for The Hill.
The smearing lie was in Duluth,
The tear was in his eye,
Said I, I’m coming for the truth
Obama don’t you lie.
Oh! No Bama, don’t you lie to me;
I’m off to Free Republic,
with my laptop on my knee.
I fight in my pajamas,
It’s plain for all to see.
I aim to be the next Buckhead;
The media all hate me.
I fell in love with Sarah
When my sister bit a moose.
The Guvnor’s family ate it up
And then they set it loose.
Oh! No Bama, don’t you lie to me;
I’m off to Free Republic,
with my laptop on my knee.
She loves her sons, she likes her guns,
and Trigonometry.
The media will jump the shark
When Juan makes history.
Well, JimRob knows she’ll pave the trolls
So controversially,
And Berg will knock Obama down
With friends of Hillary.
Oh! No Bama, don’t you lie to me;
I’m off to Free Republic with a laptop on my knee.
I soon will be in Hawaii,
And then I’ll look all ‘round,
And when I find his birth record,
I’ll fall upon the ground.
But if I do not find it,
This Freeper’ll surely die,
And when I’m dead and buried,
Obama don’t you lie.
Oh! No Bama, don’t you cry for me;
I’m off to Free Republic with a laptop on my knee
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/chat/2073903/posts?page=6#6