Courtesy of The American Prospect:
There really should be a long German word referring to the feeling liberals got whenever Palin said something even more idiotic and offensive than she had before, that combination of shock, disgust, and satisfaction that comes from getting yet more evidence that one of the other side’s leading figures is such an epic nincompoop. Every time, you could almost hear a thousand conservatives plant their faces in their hands.
Palin’s theme was always resentment, the acid bile of the culture war. If you ever felt that you were looked down on by Northeastern elitists, or people with too much education, or condescended to by people who think small towns are rather boring and not the only soil from which morality and patriotism can grow, or laughed at by people who find The Purpose-Driven Life to be a less than profound theological text, Sarah Palin spoke for you. She luxuriated in her grievances—against the establishment, against the media, against everyone from the mightiest politician to the lowliest teenager who happened to knock up her daughter (as Levi Johnston put it at one point, “It’s almost funny, that she’s like, 46 years old, and she’s battling a 19-year-old, and I’m winning”). Resentment was her instrument, her tool, her vehicle and her purpose.
But now Saint Joan of the Tundra will fade from public view. There will be no more reality shows, no more magazine covers, no more speculation about future presidential runs. A couple of years from now, you might say to a friend, “I wonder what Sarah Palin is up to these days?” And they’ll respond, “Who gives a crap?”
Y’all should read the whole article – it is *rilly* rather excellent.