Bruce Elliott, whose wife owns the Old Town Ale House, painted this nude portrait of Republican vice presidential nominee Sarah Palin.
Despite Sarah’s recent victory over David Letterman, Palin Derangement Syndrome is still alive and well:
By Johanna Neuman
Longtime friends and campaign workers for Arizona Sen. John McCain have been talking to Vanity Fair about what Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin‘s candidacy as vice president did for the GOP ticket in 2008.
“A Little Shop of Horrors,” said one unnamed aide.
Perhaps they want to keep the governor — still a hot-button favorite among social conservatives — off the ticket in 2012?
In a just-published piece by Todd Purdum in the August Vanity Fair, McCain aides said they still suffer a kind of survivor’s guilt. (An earlier version of this post misspelled the author’s last name as Purdam.)
“They can’t quite believe that for two frantic months last fall, caught in a Bermuda Triangle of a campaign, they worked their tails off to try to elect as vice president of the United States someone who, by mid-October, they believed for certain was nowhere near ready for the job, and might never be,” Purdam writes.
A former reporter for the New York Times and husband of former Clinton press secretary Dee Dee Myers, Purdam has a few nuggets of news. Reports of tension between Palin and McCain are, well, true.
She maintained “only the barest level of civil discourse” with Tucker Eskew, the operative assigned to be her chief minder, Purdam reports. Mark McKinnon, a longtime McCain admirer and a former Democrat who told insiders he would never work against Barack Obama in the general election, signed on to be Palin’s “whisperer,” the calming influence. And Obama, on learning of Palin’s selection, said Palin would never have time to get up to speed. “I don’t care how talented she is, this is really a leap,” said Obama, telling aides it had taken him four months to learn how to be a national candidate.
But for the most, the piece reads more like juicy political speculation than news. Many of the quotes are from aides who would rather not be named. And it’s hard to read the title — “It Came From Wasilla” — as anything but an insult, at least to anyone who’s a person who came from somewhere.
Palin refused to talk to Vanity Fair for the piece. At work on her own book about her life — to be published jointly by HarperCollins and the Bible-publishing house Zondervan — the self-described pit bull-with-lipstick from Alaska will get plenty of ink for her rebuttal.
In the meantime, here come the knives.
I won’t feel sorry for Sarah Palin. She does not need this from me or any woman. We have all been Sarah at sometime in our life.
Peer pressure, enemies and bullies are an awful fact of life. Catty behavior, nasty rumors spoken in high school locker rooms coupled with snickers as one walks to study hall. We have all had to deal with it, the heart breaking pet names: slutty Suzy, Betty Blo me, Sasha the Hut, Pizza face Pete.
In high school, I was quiet but expressed my individuality by wearing outlandish thrift store clothing. When you were as poor as I was being creative was the only way to go. Inspired by Madonna’s “Like a Virgin” video, I wore big lace fluorescent day glow bows in my hair and mini skirts.
My hair was often nappy and a big bush, no thanks to mom I wore cheap green “Wet n’ Wild” 99 cent eyeshadow and red orange lipstick which made me the subject of one of the most awful lunchroom verbal gang bangs in teenage history. I was a freshman and the other bitches were juniors. Minding my own business, I leafing through a Tiger Beat magazine looking for pictures of 80’s band Duran Duran’s lead singer Simon Le Bon (my future husband). One of the juniors starts yelling “Look at her orange lipstick and green eyeshadow that hoe looks like Tina Turner. Nappy headed hoe like that bow is covering up those nigger naps”
Cruelly, they started singing Tina Turner songs “What’s Love Got to do with it”.
My back was turned to them so I continued to ignore them. This is what my mother told me to do. Oh, I forgot to mention that my friend Michelle, an Italian girl was sitting across from me.
“Afrocity aren’t you going to say something?” She asked. Michelle felt sorry for me. She always did because I was picked on a lot. I just shrugged my shoulders and continued , or pretended to continue reading my magazine.
“Hey you know who wears green eyeshadow,” one of the girls yelled. “Nancy Reagan. You are ass old fashioned skinny bitch like Nancy Reagan”
By this time the lunchroom monitor, who was laughing right along with them until another teacher came into the room (did I mention that Chicago Public Schools suck?) finally told them to be quiet. It was too late, my life had been ruined. That lunch room had over 200 kids in it that heard everything. Even after it was over, my boyfriend heard about it in his PE class.
“You really should change your make up and hair,” he said. “It is dated and most other girls have jheri curls now or wear their hair in twists.”
His statement was the final nail in my self esteem. The rest of the day was a wash so I decided to cut class and go home. As I was walking to my locker I could see that someone had stuck a piece of paper in the crevice of the combination lock. Perhaps it was something harmless like a dance invitation but I knew it was bad, and it was. It was a picture of Tina Turner and someone had colored the tops of her eyes with green crayon, they had also written NANCY REAGAN OLD FASHIONED on it. My eyes fought back tears but with little success. While I was gathering my things Musa, an Indian boy who was a class above me was walking down the hall. He had always been relatively nice to me and saw that something was wrong. I just shook my head and said “nothing”.
There was a bag of gummy bears in my purse. I offered him some but he shook his head explaining that he was a Muslim and gummy bears had pork in them.
His next statement provided proof that I was the joke of the school: “you are a pretty girl but the make up you wear makes you look like a whore.”
This would be the second time in a week that I was called a whore by a man. The first time was my history teacher who explained to my mother that I was only in school to be popular and my obsession with looking like Madonna was unhealthy. He told my mother that “Madonna was a whore and that is what your daughter is aspiring to be.”
A Sunday on La Grande Jatte, by George Seurat at the Art Institute of Chicago
For reasons I cannot remember, I did not go straight home but instead took the “L” to the Art Institute of Chicago. I through by book bag on the floor and looked at my favorite painting A Sunday on La Grande Jatte, by George Seurat waiting for the right time to leave. Attempting not to appear to be a complete basket case, I took out a notebook to pretend I was sketching. I was really scribbling poetry that said I wanted to kill myself and everyone would miss me like they did Mr. Singer, the deaf mute character in Carson McCuller’s novel The Heart is a Lonely Hunter. I was like Mr. Singer, misunderstood.
Closing time came and before I went home, I stopped at Walgreens and stole some Loreal make-up, powder, lipstick, and eye shadow kit by stuffing it all up my coat sleeve.
At home, mom was there watching the Sally Jessie show. I said nothing to her and went to the bathroom to try on my make up while using a Vogue magazine with Cindy Crawford on the cover. I was not white. I would never be white but I could steal some of her make up tips.
To be nosy, mother walked into the bathroom without knocking. She saw the new make up and magazine spead on the toilet seat cover.
“Where did you get that stuff?” she asked picking up the lipstick. It was a pretty ribbon hot pink. Somehow she knew everything I owned and everything I did not own.
“I borrowed it from Michelle,” I lied and she knew it. Michelle never wore make-up. Mother nodded and just stood there while I was trying to put on eyeliner- something I had never used before.
“That looks stupid on you…your eyes are too big and it looks best on white women, makes you look like a tramp on Cicero Ave.”
She made me sick. She was never any help anymore ever since I turned 15. She didn’t work and did not know shit about the world. I wanted her to leave me alone.
“People already say I look like a tramp anyway,” I retorted.
We just starred at each other.
Apart from her advanced age, I could see myself in her face. She was fatter than I- a size 14. I was a zero, her breasts and chin sagged. Her eyes were no longer bright. I did not want to end up like her alone and homely with no man or friends. She was the last person in the world I wanted to become.
I was about to tell her to close the door and leave me alone when she said something that changed my life or at least the way I handled people who hated me.
“You know you should not worry when people are talking about you…You should worry when people are not talking about you. If you were insignificant, or not a threat no one would care about you.”
Feeling compromised because she broke down my defenses, I gathered the stolen goods and went passed her leaving her in the bathroom. Soon she followed with more advice “When you are called names, laugh with them, and keep walking. If someone calls you a whore, say ‘you wish take a look at your mother'”
It was the best advice she had ever given me in a long time.
Sarah Plain haters must have an agenda. If she were not a threat, or insignificant they would not go to these lengths to damage her career.
Don’t listen Sarah keep on trucking. I stole lipstick in order to please my critics and I felt like a pig. You can bend over backwards for these people and they would still demonize and demoralize you and your family meanwhile look at the coverage that is good and embrace it. You don’t see anyone talking about Gov. Bobby Jindal (R-LA) anymore do ya? After his colossal bomb during the Republican response to Obama’s stimulus address, Jindal faded into presidential nominee neverland.
May 2009 photo provided by Runner's World magazine shows Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin in a yoga pose near her home in Wasilla, Alaska. (AP Photo/Runner's World, Brian Adams)
By MARY PEMBERTON
June 30, 2009
ANCHORAGE, Alaska (AP) — Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin says she’d come out ahead if she went one-on-one with fellow jogger President Barack Obama in a long run, according to an interview published online Tuesday.
“I betcha I’d have more endurance,” she told Runner’s World magazine.
“My one claim to fame in my own little internal running circle is a sub-four marathon” in Anchorage, she said, referring to her 2005 sprint in the Humpy’s Marathon in which she beat the four-hour mark by 24 seconds. “What I lacked in physical strength or skill, I made up for in determination and endurance,” she said.
The president, who stays fit by starting his day with a workout in the White House gym, is better known for his passion for basketball and has been a frequent golfer in recent weeks. Obama, however, recently acknowledged that he hasn’t completely kicked his smoking habit, telling reporters that he does still “mess up” on his pledge to quit smoking.
Might Obama join the workout war of words? A message seeking comment Tuesday from the White House by The Associated Press wasn’t immediately returned.
Palin, a 45-year-old former beauty queen who became the first woman and youngest person to be elected Alaska’s governor, is featured in the August issue of the magazine for running aficionados. She was dubbed the country’s “hottest” governor when she stole the show as U.S. Sen. John McCain’s presidential running mate in 2008.
As far as 2012 Run SARAH RUN.
Autographed Letter Signed,