I just read this comment from James Wolcott at Vanity Fair.
I can't email him to express my admiration and so I thought I'd share it here.
JW says:
I've been making a valiant effort to avoid Sarah Palin's nickel-coated charm offensive on cable news, subjecting myself all day on TCM to some of the most cardboard anti-Nazi Hollywood films ever perpetrated....
And then explains:
It isn't that I loathe or fear Sarah Palin. It's that she grates. If she were any more grating, she could cut cheddar.
He ruminates:
She doesn't seem to care about what she doesn't know, it doesn't seem to register that what she doesn't know might matter and might be worth knowing even if it didn't. Her sentences seem to be missing vital ligaments when she speaks, yielding a concrete poetry similar to Rumsfeld's musings but with nil intellectual content .... Now we're stuck with her twangy shtick and her family soap opera, which makes the former Clinton saga look like Les Sylphides.
And concludes:
Just as Al Gore must live with the shame of elevating Joe Lieberman to the national stage, no act of contrition John McCain can perform will be penance enough for foisting Sarah Palin on us, subjecting us to her supreme sense of entitlement.
Wolcott is on fire. And I love it.
I do hope we can soon put Sarah and all the Palins to bed soon.
But no one can say it like JW.