Watercolor on paper. Copyright 2011. Totsymae
I opened my email today and the breaking news was that Sarah Palin won’t be running for president. I had to ponder this dilemma for blogging my political perspectives on women in the White House and I have to tell you, I’m real disappointed over Palin’s announcement.
Truly, I’m absolutely crushed and broken up on the inside ’cause Tina Fey won’t get to do her comedy sketches of Palin botching up shit. I wanted to laugh. Search YouTube for videos of Palin and post them on my Facebook page. And gosh darnit, talk to people and laugh about Palin’s antics. But maybe she won’t spark anybody’s interest anymore now. I mean, like bee hive hair dos and jelly bean shoes, she’s a fad. Played out. Washed up. A has been.
She’d always been a loose canon, seemingly, ready to head toward high ground but really more like the sinking Titanic. The polls had it at 66% of folks saying she should pretty much put duct tape on her mouth and give up any thoughts on trying to head up any government. Besides, who wants a president who’s had her own reality show and didn’t complete her term as governor? She quit on the folks of Alaska for fame and glory, which will slowly fade into something like Dan Quayle’s unpopularity, if you can remember him.
I’m not sure who’s the best fit to run America really. I kinda liked Donald Trump, being that he’s a savvy businessman and all but taking everything into consideration, his hair just didn’t make it for me. I wouldn’t rightly call myself a hair girl but I have particularities on what I want my president to look like. I’m not sure what’s going on at the top of his head. He just comes off unkempt for a man with his kinda dough. That’s a shame too ’cause he’s surrounded by folks, who, apparently are too intimidated to have the hair talk with him but I understand. I mean, The Donald can be a little bulldog when he goes after folks. Arnold Schwarzenegger blew his chances but he couldn’t have run anyhow, right? Jessie Jackson said the word, ‘dick’ on the microphone and got a baby out of wedlock, so he can’t run either.
I’m over here in Taiwan and unlike Palin, I can’t see any other country when I look out the window, down the busy streets or walk around the block. That poor chile…I tell you though, I dream America, with all its contradictions, faults and bruises, where I still think of my great-grandmother’s parents who were ushered in chains from the coasts of what has been called the dark land. I still dream America, folks.
But the question remains. Who, I ask, is solid and got the muscle to carry America’s baggage?
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