Another WTF Moment
Some mornings, you wake up hoping for any excuse not to have to think about Sarah Palin that day—but there she’ll be.
On January 26, it was Palin’s thoughts on President Barack Obama’s State of the Union Address the night before.
Following her instinct to be unsupportive of any utterance made by Obama, Palin rushed to play off the less-genteel acronym derived from Obama’s State of the Union theme, “Win the Future.”
Appearing on Greta Van Susteren’s Fox News show On the Recorder, Palin took several potshots at Obama: “His theme last night was ‘WTF’—‘Winning the Future.’ I thought, OK, that acronym is spot-on. There were a lot of WTF moments throughout that speech.”
Palin dwelled on that theme throughout her critique, choosing to flog a tasteless joke instead of coming up with content.
“What the F***!” is as close as I may come here to repeating the acronym Palin had in mind, but I have no doubt she knows of which she speaks, creating, as she steams through life, endless such moments herself in her meteoric streak across the political firmament.
Of course, we in Minnesota have our very-own Palin-Lite: Congresswoman Michele Bachmann—who elbowed in ahead of Budget Committee Chair Paul Ryan Jr. (Republican-Wisconsin), chosen to deliver the Republican official response—to air her unofficial Tea Party comments.
The New York Times Op-Editor Gail deftly compared the two: “If Palin and Bachmann were your coworkers, Palin would be the one sneaking out early to go bowling, while Bachmann would stay late to reorganize the office seating chart to reflect her own personal opinion of who most deserves to be near the water cooler.”
I more am reminded of Barney Fife, Deputy Sheriff on the old Mayberry R.F.D. TV show. With false bravado and ill-founded certainty, he repeatedly blundered into situations, escalating them until his posturing turned others against him, and he ran to hide behind his cousin, Sheriff Andy Taylor. It was played for laughs, but the real life Barney Fifes jeopardize the health and safety of others.
Roz Chast’s most recent New Yorker cartoon cries, “Introducing Doc Palin!” while Palin, crosscut saw in hand, announces, “I’m not one of those ‘insiders’ who went to ‘medical school!’ I just go by my God-given sense of right and wrong!’”
It should be comforting that someone else starts her day thinking of Palin. Too late: I’ve begun dreaming of a 2012 Palin-Bachmann/Bachmann-Palin ticket. WTF!