Palin Punchout

I don’t want to write about the anniversary of 9/11 because, despite the fact that we all saw the same footage, over and over and over again, we don’t all agree as to what happened that day, specifically who was to blame for it, and probably never will.  I’ve stated my reasons for believing it was an inside job on many occasions, and will again, but not tonight.  I don’t want to start an argument during the middle of a memorial.

Do you know who I am?

I don’t want to write about the Pistorius verdict, because that’s just too depressing for words.  He murdered his  girlfriend, shot her deader than hell, and got  away  with it.  The final verdict isn’t in, but it will probably  be for some weak ass charge like negligence with a firearm.  The low-life murdering prick got  away with it.

No, I want to write about this because it’s funny.  Apparently, last Saturday night, the Palin family went to a party.  Sarah, her husband Todd, their oldest son Track, daughter Bristol, and grandson Tripp (Bristol’s kid) who is 6.  The party was at the home of Chris Olds, who races snowmobiles so probably knows Todd quite well.

Anyway, Track apparently had a disagreement with another guy there, a former boyfriend of sister Willow’s.  It got kind of noisy and Olds asked them to leave.  Sarah started screaming “Do you know who I am?!”  (Yes, Sarah, everybody knows who you are.  Did the thought cross your obtuse, little mind that maybe that’s WHY he asked you to leave?) Bristol punched Olds in the face.  Several times.  Someone from the crowd  shouted out “This ain’t some damned hillbilly reality show.” (Except, of course, it sort of is)

Eventually the Palins, severely outnumbered and clearly unwelcome, left.  Todd was bleeding from the mouth and Track was standing on the sidewalk, shirtless, giving everybody the finger while his proud Mama stood behind him.

Two observations:  First, it seems that their friends and neighbors in Alaska are just as sick of the Palins’ bullshit as the rest of America is.

Second, this happened Saturday night.  Today is Thursday.  Why is it taking so long to hear about it?  Would we have heard about it at all if some bloggers in Alaska hadn’t reported it?  Seriously, the first major newspaper to report it was the Washington Post and they wrote about it a full 5 days after it happened.  In this age of high speed communications, I cannot escape the suspicion that the main stream media is deliberately trying to NOT report the news.