Sarah Palin’s craziest rant yet in response to criticism of her son standing on his dog.
Well Trig definitely could not eat “the dog” (her name is Jill) even if he wanted to. Trig can’t even eat a Cheerio according to Palin. All Trig can eat is baby food – apple sauce in particular. I’m sure that is a balanced diet. The child is almost seven. But his inability to eat solid foods must be President Obama’s fault, because he was given “dead” dog meat to eat as a child in Indonesia outside of his home. He thought it was tough. I don’t know anyone who enjoys eating tough meat, but the know-it-all bitch from Alaska says that he enjoyed it. Trig can’t eat any sort of dead meat, because Palin is too lazy to teach him.
Jill might be “dead” sooner than Palin thinks. Here are pictures of normal healthy labs…
Here is a photo of Jill standing over Trig (from the old hooah’s recent diatribe).
A swayback curvature in the spine is the most common sign of lordosis in a growing puppy. If there is no spinal cord compression, no other symptoms may occur. In cases where the deformity causes spinal compression, symptoms may include weakness or paralysis in the hind limbs, spinal instability, fecal and urinary incontinence, as well as pain when pressure is applied to the spine. Symptoms may increase as the puppy grows and compression on the spine increases. Other possible neurological symptoms due to spinal compression include dizziness and seizures.
Now one must wonder if Jill’s curvature, which seems very apparent, is congenital or has been caused by continued abuse to her spine during her short little life span. Whatever, I would humbly suggest that Jill’s back does not need any further pressure applied to her spine. And no, she probably can’t move with that boy standing on top of her. Stupid argument.
Palin does not address the health of the dog, or the danger to both Jill and Trig caused by her non-existent parenting. Instead she goes on to what can only be seen as a wild frenzy of illiterate “gobshittery” blaming everyone in sight in the most bizarre rant that I have ever read.
As regards Alaska’s Iditarod, I seem to remember a very sad case a number of years ago when one of the prize dogs tried to escape his pen and ended up choking on his collar on the wire fence. Palin you fecktard, for the safety of the these precious animals, you just can’t allow them to roam all over the countryside or the city unattended. I have a city dog. She is thirteen and her spine isn’t curved. She goes for a walk at least once a day, sometimes two or three times. She is loved and adored by the whole family. We take her to a green area because we have a few close by. Her favourite walk is what my husband calls the “kicking tyres” (tires) walk. When hubby was looking at buying a new car he used to walk her there. It is an industrial estate. She adores that walk and insists on it every Sunday
When we take Ali for a walk, she stops and sniffs at every lamp post on the walk and then she does a little pee. She could do about ten little pees in a half hour walk. Our biggest concern is that she does her poo – in the green area of course. And we have our plastic bags which we never have to use because she heads in under the bushes.
No one has ever kicked or stood on Ali.
But you don’t like the city do you – that concrete jungle where a lot of the elite live? You know that you will never fit in there. That is why you are back in Alaska. People were and still are laughing at you behind your back as you try your best to get invited to all the glitterati events. But you are not one of them are you?
You have had to resort to the penis jeans, the belt buckles and the false boobs. You have Ted Nugent and Donald Trump and somewhere deep in the recess of your evil little mind, you recognized that it was not enough. You wanted respect, and all you got was laughter and ridicule. And when you didn’t get that respect, because you didn’t deserve it, you went ballistic and tried to tear America apart because the elites would have nothing to do with you.
And that is what is tearing you apart.
A decade later, Malek resurfaced in Republican circles, when he was temporarily placed in charge of the 1988 Republican National Convention, only to be forced to resign because of the Nixon controversy. Four years later he served as campaign manager for George H. W. Bush’s unsuccessful re-election bid against Bill Clinton. The Republicans lost the federal government, but Malek had been politically rehabilitated.
In the private sector, while Malek built up a massive investment portfolio and founded Thayer Capital Partners, he ran afoul of the SEC. It was a sleazy affair–involving undeclared political payola– that has been fully recorded elsewhere. Suffice it to say that Thayer Capital paid a civil penalty of $150,000, and Malek personally paid a fine of $100,000. Then McCain named him as national finance co-chairman of his campaign.
Malek would feel right at home in Alaskan politics. But there’s one sordid tale in Malek’s background that might give Palin the pit bull some pause. As Washington Post columnist Colbert King reported a few years ago, Malek was involved in a gruesome incident in his home state of Illinois, shortly after he graduated from West Point.
In the early morning hours of August of 1959, sheriff deputies outside of Peoria discovered a vehicle covered in blood and a group of drunken young men, also covered in blood, nearby. Some were hiding in the bushes. The men told the deputies that they had accidentally hit a dog. Then their story changed. And then it changed again. Finally, one of them confessed. They had captured the dog and had barbecued it in a nearby park. The deputies returned to the scene and found a skinned and gutted canine on a spit in the park. An empty booze bottle was also nearby. Fred Malek was one of the five young men arrested for the crime, though the charges against him were eventually dropped.
Malek’s come a long way since that drunken barbecue and canine slaughter. But the Alaska pit bull had better watch her back.