Frank Rich reflects on a bandwagon: “Palin is far and away the most important brand in American politics after Barack Obama, and attention must be paid. Those who wishfully think her 15 minutes are up are deluding themselves.” She may be a “brand,” but the issue is a relating nationwide scam – crammed down our throats and forced into our eyes at every turn. How could those “15 minutes” ever end when the dominant media serves to propagate this joke upon us as if they have no journalistic responsibility regarding the credibility of a subject being reported on? According to Bob Cesca, it’s a (hidden) reality show. Media Matters for America’s Jamison Foser tagged it as an infomercial (without notice). Yet, our Secretary of State bowed down to what is actually a puppeted clown by stating that she is open to having coffee with her. In doing so, legitimacy was bestowed – needlessly and shamefully. Palin is not an elected official. She is a propped-up, talking points, mouthpiece-for-conservative-propaganda Celebrity. Stages given to her for voicing opinions on foreign policy, or any substantive issue, are ultimately insulting to all who are trapped within range of the following “news” cycle. How could this be? And, how could this charade continue growing? The answer is that our prevailing media organizations, while sharing culpability with governmental desires, have sold us out – and into a land of “A Current Affair.”
Update: In public: No criticism of Limbaugh’s or Beck’s “retarded” references; absolute (staged) outrage at any Democrats who might have ignorantly used the reference. In private: “Can we keep this soon-to-arrive baby hidden for a while? You know, it’s just politics. Maybe I can secretly adopt before anyone finds out?” After birth: This is my “retarded baby.” What does this represent? A celebrity figure in narcissistic overdrive with political aspirations who is fully willing to use a disabled baby – as a Prop – over and over and over. It is Greg Stillson’s character from the Dead Zone, with the story slightly altered. In this one, Sarah Stillson makes the cover of Time, over and over and over, but, she does not end up in a lonely motel room. She ends up, as planned, becoming a multimillionaire through speaking engagements, which she cannot get through without crib notes on her hands (Teleprompters are off-limits because they still require focused, in-the-moment, thought – and minuscule translation/coordination). Further, through all the covers and cover stories, she is never called out by the major media for her utterly contemptible transgressions, low-level acting abilities, or total failure in even being able to defend the very basic of scripted talking points. Then, finally, based on the latter “objectivity,” she is able to run for the highest office on a platform to “Lift American Spirits” – fulfilling the greatest Mockumentary our country has ever been subject to.