That’s right ladies and gentlemen, Mrs. Moose-huntin’-bumper sticker-slogan-lovin’-GOP-VP-loser-Sarah Palin is Motiveless Crime’s Person of the Week. By now you’ve probably heard about her abrupt and unexplained choice to resign from her governorship in Alaska. She made the announcement Friday afternoon to a small group of reporters while the rest of the country looked on in awe. Here was a badly-spoken political powerhouse stepping down from office and she couldn’t seem to articulate a reasonable excuse for doing so. But somewhere in there, between the numerous references to her choice not being “politics as usual”, was a veiled threat. She mentioned wanting to be a part of something grander, something national…something bigger.
Hint, hint, wink, wink.
This vague allusion to a possible Senate or worse (gulp) Presidential aspiration probably caused many of us to shit ourselves standing. Depending on your political affiliation, it was either due to excitement or absolute dread. I realize that leaving a governorship for a higher office isn’t a new career path (thanks to George W. Bush) but the idea that one can simply abandon responsibility as a way of proving they are ready for more seems backwards at best. It borders dangerously close to counter-productive, even idiotic. Then again, she is a Republican.
Palin’s move out of office has, of course, caused quite a media backlash. People around the world are all wondering what her real reason for leaving office is. Rumors about Palin’s under-the-table dealings and other supposed skeletons in her closet have suddenly come under even greater scrutiny. If she thought the world would accept her choice as inspirational or selfless, she was wrong. If Palin believed abandoning her post would endear her to the American populace and thereby open the road towards the White House, she was even more wrong.
Sarah, I hereby deem you Person of the Week for your ill-planned exit from office and for your lack of grace in handling the media fallout that followed it. Congratulations!
PS There isn’t a medal or trophy for this but if I ever meet you in person I’ll gladly bitch-slap you as your reward. Someone needs to knock some sense into you.
