Notes of Concern…
…Jackson Blair
PALIN PALMS the PRESS
OK. Sarah Palin wrote on her hand!
There it is. Right out there in the open for all to see.
Sarah has given new meaning to the words “Palm Pilot.” It might even be an infringement of some sort regarding that invention.
She has us in “the palm of her hand?”
She wants to “palm us off?”
Well, you can see where this all could lead!
Newspapers throughout the world got the story.
Columnists were ecstatic.
Talking heads on television had a week’s worth of story lines.
The “nut case” who currently runs what used to be Persia says he planned to shock the world on February 11th.
Who knew Sarah would steal his thunder?
Osama bin Forgotten is trying desperately to get the news media back to his cave but no one is showing up.
He is yesterday’s news. Sarah Palin’s handwriting is the story.
Record snowfalls have covered Washington DC. This is an especially wonderful story because what usually falls in the District and covers everything in sight is certainly not “white” and it smells, too.
But Sarah’s manicured hand is the lead story today.
The President speaks by reading his entire remarks from two (2) Teleprompters. All recent presidents have done this.
Ambassadors speak from prepared texts because the slightest misspeak could throw the world into a calamity.
Many CEOs and other leaders have little ear buds that provide them with the right words, as they seem to be speaking “off the cuff”.
Singers at The Metropolitan Opera seem to be looking out at the audience but actually there is a little round igloo looking contraption right in the middle of the stage, in which a fellow sits and follows the entire score and whispers out any lines that are forgotten by the singers.
Young boys and girls long ago mastered writing the answers to school test questions on their hands.
All of this pales in comparison with the few words Sarah jotted down on the palm of her hand before being interviewed.
So I smile as I watch the world go crazy again over something Sarah says or does.
What is this love/hate affair we have going with Sarah from Wasilla?
It feels a little like it must have felt when Nero fiddled while Rome burned.
