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Showing posts with label Newsweek. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Newsweek. Show all posts
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Lawrence O'Donnell takes Newsweek to task for their Sarah Palin puff piece.
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Excellent!
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Monday, July 11, 2011
What exactly is the message Sarah Palin is sending America with her Newsweek photo shoot? And is it the one she THINKS she is sending?
Finally what this country needs! A Presidential candidate they can masturbate to! |
| Or perhaps this pose will make you want to pull your lever and vote for me. If you get my drift. |
| Or how about a saucy, windblown look? I believe this is just how Ronald Reagan pushed his breasts out to save America. |
| Come and get some boys...uh I mean get some conservative common sense principles to run this country. |
| Or perhaps the small town mom/ public servant is more to your liking? I can fake that too! |
| See? I am just like any Alaskan gal. I even just finished peeing in the fireweed. |
| This is my best demure pose, though it makes me look constipated. But I bet you still want me don't you? To be your President I mean! |
I cannot believe that this woman believes that posing like a sex kitten is going to truly improve her political standing. Look I am a man, and believe me I know we can be idiots sometimes, but you would have to be a complete imbecile (who was just released from prison) for this to work on you.
Personally I am insulted. And if I were a woman, I would be doubly insulted.
The women's rights movement in this country worked for decades to FINALLY be taken seriously, and to receive equal treatment at their jobs along with their male co-workers. And this Playboy Playmate wannabe is destroying that hard work every time she portrays the female politician as a publicity seeking, dimwitted, bimbo.
(All photos courtesy of the Daily Beast.)
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Sunday, July 10, 2011
Sarah Palin on the cover of Newsweek, "I can win!" Really? Does ANY credible person still believe that?
| It looks like Snowdrift Snooki is still relying on that water bra of hers to garner attention. |
I find it rather ironic that this article about Sarah Palin shows up in the same issue which contains Bernstein's scathing piece about the crumbling of Rupert Murdoch's empire, without which Palin would probably ALREADY have faded away into the shadows of our memory.
As it turns out the piece is one long Valentine to Sarah Palin, which must have been the agreed upon approach before Palin would ever dare to talk to a national magazine. It is no wonder Newsweek is going out of business.
Here is a some of what the article reveals. (And believe me, it is not much.)
I believe that I can win a national election,' Sarah Palin declared one recent evening, sitting in the private dining room of a hotel in rural Iowa.
“The people of America are desperate for positive change, and deserving of positive change, to get us off of this wrong track,” she told me during a conversation that lasted late into the night and, inevitably, kept returning to the subject that has titillated the media and spooked Republican presidential contenders for months: her political intentions. “I’m not so egotistical as to believe that it has to be me, or it can only be me, to turn things around,” she said. “But I do believe that I can win.”
Palin NOT egotistical? Yeah okay.
Here Palin readies the excuse she will use not to run, or that she will trot out to explain why she is quitting partway through a very short lived campaign, her favorite of all human shields, the kids.
If Palin doesn’t end up running, the reason will be simple, she said. “Family. If it came down to the family just saying, ‘Please, Mom, don’t do this,’ then that would be the deal-killer for me, because your family’s gotta be in it with you.”
By the way, just WHO is caring for Trig these days?
It is an abiding source of annoyance to Palin that her success story as Alaska’s governor vanished overnight in 2008. “Do people not understand why McCain picked me?” she said with some exasperation.
Oooh, oooh, let me answer that! Yes we do understand why he picked you, but it is NOT because you were a good governor!
“You know, I rarely use the term ‘bipartisanship,’?” she said. “I use the term ‘independent.’ Piper’s middle name is ‘Indie.’ That’s the Alaskan way of life. Seventy-three percent of Alaskans aren’t registered Republican or Democrat, they’re independent. Todd’s not a registered Republican. Most of the people I know, they’re independent people saying, ‘Just use common sense.’?”
You know that is just another way of saying that she refuses to work with anybody. Which is the LAST thing this country needs right now, and I think most Americans are well aware of that.
Her current status as a freelance celebrity is plenty rewarding: she is reportedly paid $1 million a year by Fox, earned another $2 million for her TLC reality show, had a multimillion-dollar book deal with HarperCollins, and is a top-tier figure on the speaking circuit, able to command upwards of $100,000 per speech.
Moreover, Palin plainly thrives within that very tight circle she has drawn around herself, with Todd at its center, acting as gatekeeper and principal adviser. A campaign—even one as defiant of conformity as Palin’s would likely be—would require expanding that circle to include political professionals of uncertain loyalty. And it would mean opening the door to news organizations with which she has been openly feuding for the last couple of years.
Or not.
“The mainstream press is becoming less and less relevant,” she said, adding that she would have no hesitation in shunning media outlets she does not trust.
If this lunatic truly believes that she can run for public office while avoiding the press than she is even crazier than even I thought she was!
This is what Chuck Todd, Eugene Robinson, and David Gregory said about this article on Meet the Press this morning.
(Palin Newsweek discussion starts at the 2:30 mark.)
I think Palin is just leaving another trail of breadcrumbs to keep the Palin-bots hopeful. What do you all think?
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Monday, May 16, 2011
Newsweek gets rare interview with the father of Todd Palin
From Newsweek
Jim Palin met both me and calamari for the first time at lunch last month at Evangelo’s, the best Italian restaurant in Wasilla, Alaska. Jim Palin, Todd’s father, has been hunting and fishing in his state for almost 50 years, but somehow he had never crossed paths with a squid, alive or fried. As for reporters from the “lamestream media,” he had met a few, but had never actually sat down to break bread with one before.
I had come to lunch hoping to learn a little about Jim’s elusive son, Todd—a figure of enduring fascination who just might, if Sarah Palin decides to make a presidential run, become the country’s first first husband.
Jim Palin, retired general manager of the local electric company and a Phil Donahue look-alike, talks about how Todd won Alaska’s Iron Dog snowmobile race four times—making him a legendary local badass. We talk about his son’s basketball prowess—Todd was a star on the boys’ varsity in Wasilla, and played for Missouri Valley College—and how he would fare in a one-on-one matchup with the president. “Up against Obama?” Jim’s blue eyes sparkled behind his bifocals. “Interesting question. Let’s just say that Todd would handle himself pretty well.” What Jim doesn’t much want to discuss is Sarah’s political career. He says that he will, of course, support Sarah if she runs. But I got the distinct impression he believes she won’t. Todd’s close friends are hoping, for his sake, that she doesn’t.
When Sarah was tapped as John McCain’s running mate, Todd dutifully hit the campaign trail on her behalf, but he was so out of his element that he asked his friend Martin Buser to join him. Buser is another legendary Alaskan racer, a four-time winner of the Iditarod, which is the Iron Dog with real dogs. “Todd wanted somebody around who’s had a blister before,” Buser told me. “We met a lot of important people, but it takes somebody real accomplished to impress a guy like Todd, an athlete at the top of his game who has won so often on his own terms.”
Buser has known both Palins for years. “Todd is Sarah’s chief of staff and her entourage,” he said. And her gatekeeper. “People who live remote are trained watchers and listeners. You have to know who you are dealing with because survival may depend on it.”
Buser is a Palin supporter, but he isn’t sure the White House would be a good domicile for his friend Todd. “He’s secure enough to have a successful woman; he’d be fine with the limelight Sarah would get as president. But would he suffer, shut up indoors at the White House? Absolutely he would.”
As we were walking out of Evangelo’s, Jim Palin suddenly said, “How would you like to see Todd and Sarah’s place?” It took us about five minutes to drive the length of Wasilla to the Palin compound on Lake Lucille. On the way we passed several posters reading, “Dance, Bristol, Dance.”
The Palins’ yard is strewn with five snowmobiles, half a dozen dusty trucks, several small aluminum boats, a couple of airplane floats, a trampoline, and a little plastic basketball hoop. For 18 years, Todd Palin worked as a “wrench” on two-week shifts for BP on the North Slope. He spent six weeks every summer pulling salmon out of nets in Dillingham. That, along with his racing purses and endorsements, and Sarah’s salary as mayor and then governor, made the Palins relatively prosperous. But since 2008, they have become plain rich from Sarah’s books, lectures, TV series, and Fox News contract.
Jim called out, but there was no one home. (Both Todd and Sarah had made it clear they didn’t want to talk to me.) The simple five-bedroom house Todd built is a now a two-building compound—one for him, one for her, reflecting their differing tastes and ambitions. We opened the door to Todd’s annex, revealing a hangar as big as a professional basketball court. “Todd’s plane isn’t here,” Jim said. “He must be out flying it somewhere.” We walked upstairs to Sarah’s domain, a luxe office/studio with a podium framed by a view of Lake Lucille and a professional television camera aimed in its direction. “Sarah makes her broadcasts from here,” Jim said. “That big satellite dish you saw in the yard was installed by Fox News.”
“Does Todd help Sarah prepare her speeches and critique her performances?” I asked Jim later in an email. “He helps her prepare,” he replied, “but he doesn’t critique.”
Well isn't that interesting! I like the comment Jim made where Todd and Sarah each have separate buildings for their activities.
Jim Palin, retired general manager of the local electric company and a Phil Donahue look-alike, talks about how Todd won Alaska’s Iron Dog snowmobile race four times—making him a legendary local badass. We talk about his son’s basketball prowess—Todd was a star on the boys’ varsity in Wasilla, and played for Missouri Valley College—and how he would fare in a one-on-one matchup with the president. “Up against Obama?” Jim’s blue eyes sparkled behind his bifocals. “Interesting question. Let’s just say that Todd would handle himself pretty well.” What Jim doesn’t much want to discuss is Sarah’s political career. He says that he will, of course, support Sarah if she runs. But I got the distinct impression he believes she won’t. Todd’s close friends are hoping, for his sake, that she doesn’t.
When Sarah was tapped as John McCain’s running mate, Todd dutifully hit the campaign trail on her behalf, but he was so out of his element that he asked his friend Martin Buser to join him. Buser is another legendary Alaskan racer, a four-time winner of the Iditarod, which is the Iron Dog with real dogs. “Todd wanted somebody around who’s had a blister before,” Buser told me. “We met a lot of important people, but it takes somebody real accomplished to impress a guy like Todd, an athlete at the top of his game who has won so often on his own terms.”
Buser has known both Palins for years. “Todd is Sarah’s chief of staff and her entourage,” he said. And her gatekeeper. “People who live remote are trained watchers and listeners. You have to know who you are dealing with because survival may depend on it.”
Buser is a Palin supporter, but he isn’t sure the White House would be a good domicile for his friend Todd. “He’s secure enough to have a successful woman; he’d be fine with the limelight Sarah would get as president. But would he suffer, shut up indoors at the White House? Absolutely he would.”
As we were walking out of Evangelo’s, Jim Palin suddenly said, “How would you like to see Todd and Sarah’s place?” It took us about five minutes to drive the length of Wasilla to the Palin compound on Lake Lucille. On the way we passed several posters reading, “Dance, Bristol, Dance.”
We turned off the main highway onto a dirt road and came to an electric gate and an unoccupied sentry box. Jim walked around the gate onto the property, which is unfenced. “All this is to keep folks from driving up to the front door,” he explained.
The Palins’ yard is strewn with five snowmobiles, half a dozen dusty trucks, several small aluminum boats, a couple of airplane floats, a trampoline, and a little plastic basketball hoop. For 18 years, Todd Palin worked as a “wrench” on two-week shifts for BP on the North Slope. He spent six weeks every summer pulling salmon out of nets in Dillingham. That, along with his racing purses and endorsements, and Sarah’s salary as mayor and then governor, made the Palins relatively prosperous. But since 2008, they have become plain rich from Sarah’s books, lectures, TV series, and Fox News contract.
Jim called out, but there was no one home. (Both Todd and Sarah had made it clear they didn’t want to talk to me.) The simple five-bedroom house Todd built is a now a two-building compound—one for him, one for her, reflecting their differing tastes and ambitions. We opened the door to Todd’s annex, revealing a hangar as big as a professional basketball court. “Todd’s plane isn’t here,” Jim said. “He must be out flying it somewhere.” We walked upstairs to Sarah’s domain, a luxe office/studio with a podium framed by a view of Lake Lucille and a professional television camera aimed in its direction. “Sarah makes her broadcasts from here,” Jim said. “That big satellite dish you saw in the yard was installed by Fox News.”
“Does Todd help Sarah prepare her speeches and critique her performances?” I asked Jim later in an email. “He helps her prepare,” he replied, “but he doesn’t critique.”
Well isn't that interesting! I like the comment Jim made where Todd and Sarah each have separate buildings for their activities.
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