I am Sarah Palin
I am sometimes asked why I do not talk to my brother. I only have one brother, and it would certainly be swell to have a relationship; to have my children have a cool uncle that would take them away from their tormenting parents and show them a good time. Well, I cannot see that happening any time soon. When you get to be middle aged, things start looking a little differently. You really start weighing the effort versus the rewards.
I keep up with what Roger is doing through my parents and some friends. Many follow him on Facebook. I am not one to partake in social networking, so I can only see things through others’ access. So once in a while I get to see Roger’s postings, or art. I am sure this does not make a person, but for an artist, is it not the expression of his thoughts? his beliefs? his idiosincracies? his voice?
So I have come to realize that to my brother, I am Sarah Palin. When the left can articulate what is it about her that bothers them so much that’s when my brother and I may have a chance of having a relationship. I know, hell will freeze over before that happens. Is it that she’s not as bright as them? Is it that she does not keep up with what journalist write about what’s going on? Is it that she’s too good looking to be in her forties? Could it be that she seems to be in love with her husband? That she has a lot of kids and seems to care about them? Is it that she chose to have a special needs child when she could/should have chosen to abort him? Is it that her teenage daughter chose to keep her baby? What is it exactly that pisses so many people off about this conservative woman from Alaska?
Some of these people are so rabid that it is impossible to have a conversation with them. So why bother? All you can do is pray that they will find something real to care about. That they will get to experience love – what else is there – before our brief time on earth is gone.
I am not sure I can have a meaningful relationship with someone who has never had another human being completely dependent on them. Who is obsessed with God, and with those who worship him, in such an unhealthy way. Who puts himself front and center, the ultimate authority – the experiential artist, painting on a blank canvas. Mocking the petty simpletons who live God, family and country.