It is a wild and blustery day here in the Emerald Isle. The gusts are ferocious and if there is one thing I hate – it is the wind. It is also raining, too, additionally and furthermore. The fire is ablaze and I am not setting foot outside the house. Ali has had her walk and we have repositioned her wig. She is looking good.
Unlike the other wig-wearer…
Alternet has a very good article about the old hooah.
The year is a week old and already we have a contender for the dumbest culture war moment of 2015: Sarah Palin having one of her many paranoid meltdowns, this time over a stupid photo of her son standing on a dog, which she posted on her Facebook page with a suggestion that the moment was cute and admirable. When the inevitable criticism came, she freaked out and tried to turn the whole thing into a morality play about the supposed oppression of conservative Americans that has been the theme of her entire career. In fact, it’s the central claim of the entire right-wing movement, and the engine that keeps the money flowing both to politicians and to right-wing con artists like Palin, who make a living by lying to conservatives about how they’re under attack.
Many people were understandably put off by the photograph, which confirmed a lot of suspicions that Palin can’t be bothered to teach her children the basics, like respect for animals. But she zeroed in on PETA, because it was another opportunity for her to peddle a paranoid rant about how conservatives are under attack. “Did you go as crazy when your heroic Man-of-Your-Lifetime, Barack Obama, revealed he actually enjoyed eating dead dog meat?” she whined.
The implication of the rant was obvious: That liberal concern for animal welfare is not sincere, but merely a cover for the real motivation, which is attacking conservatives because of our hateful hearts.
Everyone is still ignoring the fact that her own fans initiated the criticism. Palin could have posted a photo of Trig reaching one of his milestones. His first steps maybe?
My little surfer dude at 9 months of age. At 10 months, he spotted his *hot bot* across the room and got up and walked over and picked it up! I had the wonderful fortune to be there and to witness his first steps. Dad missed it as he was at work, but was regaled with tales of that day. Apart from the momma and dadda words, surfer dude’s first word was “aw gon.” That meant he had eaten all of his mashed banana or yoghurt. He could say that long before he walked. My little surfer dude is now 24 and living in San Diego.
I recount this story with pride. My son’s first milestone was not stepping on a dog. Does Sarah Palin have any memories like this? Somehow, I doubt it. She is too busy looking up her own arse to be bothered with her kids.
I think I was feeding him too much. He was my first child and I was on a learning curve.