Allegedly this is Palin’s explanation for tucking her tail firmly between her legs and running from the flack that chases governors.
Happy 4th of July from Alaska!
On this Independence Day, I am so very proud of all those who have chosen to serve our great nation and I honor their selflessness and the sacrifices of their families, too.
If I may, I would like to take a moment to reflect on the last 24 hours and share my thoughts with you.
First, I want to thank you for your support and hard work on the values we share. Those values led me to the decision my family and I made. Yesterday, my family and I announced a decision that is in Alaska’s best interest and it always feels good to do what is right. We have accomplished more during this one term than most governors do in two – and I am proud of the great team that helped to build these wonderful successes. Energy independence and national security, fiscal restraint, smaller government, and local control have been my priorities and will remain my priorities.
For months now, I have consulted with friends and family, and with the Lieutenant Governor, about what is best for our wonderful state. I even made a few administrative changes over that course in time in preparation for yesterday. We have accomplished so much and there’s much more to do, but my family and I determined after prayerful consideration that sacrificing my title helps Alaska most. And once I decided not to run for re-election, my decision was that much easier – I’ve never been one to waste time or resources. Those who know me know this is the right decision and obvious decision at that, including Senator John McCain. I thank him for his kind, insightful comments.
The response in the main stream media has been most predictable, ironic, and as always, detached from the lives of ordinary Americans who are sick of the “politics of personal destruction”. How sad that Washington and the media will never understand; it’s about country. And though it’s honorable for countless others to leave their positions for a higher calling and without finishing a term, of course we know by now, for some reason a different standard applies for the decisions I make. But every American understands what it takes to make a decision because it’s right for all, including your family.
I shared with you yesterday my heartfelt and candid reasons for this change; I’ve never thought I needed a title before one’s name to forge progress in America. I am now looking ahead and how we can advance this country together with our values of less government intervention, greater energy independence, stronger national security, and much-needed fiscal restraint. I hope you will join me. Now is the time to rebuild and help our nation achieve greatness!
God bless you! And I look forward to making a difference – with you!
Sarah
I think this lady has become a victim of her own advertising.
So let’s see. She became governor and oil went to $140. She enacted a windfall profits tax. Alaska was flush with money and living was easy. Now, oil is down and she would actually have to face some tough choices. Maybe even put together budgets requiring not just spending choices, but how to generate revenue choices. Yup, that is who we want managing the whole country. I’ll take a Daniels or Pawlenty any day.
Steve
Oops, forgot. What are the chances of someone getting elected playing the full time victim?
Steve
I can understand how Palin could possibly bring parts of our great nation together. I’m talking about the generations. Kids watching old people get weak in the knees when talking about Palin can understand the frustration with foolishness adults experience over texting and such by the younger generations.
There’s no law requiring her to stay in politics. ‘Allo, Guv’nah! How’s about your own cable show?
I am beginning to think that Republican women have no concept of “contractual obligation”, and can carry naught but a fetus to full term.
She’s a quitter. She picked up her ball and went home, where everyone loves her.
While this is a good thing for HER, I think that it’s a luxury that most of us who have not been privy to a six-figure, taxpayer funded paycheck for the last 2 1/2 years are not able to emulate.
Suck it up, Buttercup. It’s called a JOB.
Whoops, that was me!
Heaven forbid I become an “Anonymous Blogger”!
The other day I was secretly enjoying my unintended, three-hour shopping trip at the ultra-conservative and Blue Law-adamant Hobby Lobby. Please tell no one. I SWEAR that I ran in for a frame and got sucked into some kind of black hole of Jesus Christ and half-priced mantle pieces and crazy, little candies called “Testamints.” It could have happened to any of us.
ANYway, in the clearance aisle, there was just a ton of crap, but in AMAZING abundance there was one item: the pit bull/hockey mom quote mounted on cheesy polyresin. I mean, those things were ALL over the place just begging to be purchased by Stepford soccer moms peeking down the sale aisle (after already finding the fake fruit and flowers and seasonal patio furniture they came for).
This really reinforces a couple of very basic, fundamental things for me: (a) the hard right wing definitely put too much stock into being able to sell this woman to its target voters — quite literally, even; (b) months later, the people aren’t buying Palin’s trite poo at severely reduced, closeout prices.
Look, when my elementary school-aged daughter watches the news to crack up at Palin’s “jokes,” that’s an indication Miz Sarah ain’t near the best this Republican party has to offer. In fact, Palin is an insult to true politicians on all sides of the fence — period.
When he picked Sarah Palin, he told the United States of America to go fuck itself. - Leon Wieseltier.
hehehe: http://wonkette.com/409650/insane-sarah-palin-late-at-night-on-july-4-threatens-to-sue-entire-internet-via-twitter
Kristan, I share your passion for Hobby Lobby.
However, three weeks ago my wife’s dumb butt dawg that thinks he’s mine came up pretty well chewed up. A hundred and twenty eight dollars later he was sewed back up and I’d decided there needed to be some training of the local dawgs.
Up where this happened, close enough to the Red River where “Okie” isn’t an insult they don’t attempt to train dawgs that wander on to the property. They shoot them.
I went to a sporting good store and bought a Daisy F15 slingshot. Seventy peewee marbles cost six dollars and some change. A sling shot will train a dawg not to wander without irreparable damage. I don’t believe straying by a dawg is deservable of the death penalty.
I also told my wife to keep her eye out for sales on marbles. She called a couple of days later and told me Hobby Lobby had a fifty percent off sale. Their cheapest marbles that were regulary $2.47 for two pounds now went for half that. I bought eight pounds for less than I had paid for ten to twelve ounces of Daisy glass.
I don’t like doing anything to support Hobby Lobby because of their politics. But since I was doing what the real gun carrying Christians wouldn’t do, bruising instead of killing neighbor’s dawgs, I figured using half priced Holy marbles was adding insult to minor injury.
“But since I was doing what the real gun carrying Christians wouldn’t do, bruising instead of killing neighbor’s dawgs”
Ay, yes. Those awful dog-murdering, gun-carrying Christians.
And some think the Palinites are bigoted, and can’t for the life of them fathom from whence comes their resentments.
Way to stereotype, good for what ails you as long as it enables you to buy – or, as in this case, steal outright – a wholly unearned sense of moral superiority over one’s political enemies, and at bargain-basement prices; it’s enough to make me buy my first – of many, I’m sure, at this rate – guns, and turn Christian…
Harry, I have lived in the sticks and have also dealt with unruly neighbor dogs whose sole M.O. seemed intent upon killing our dog.
They did eventually do just that. In a creek bed. With our other dog screaming for help by the water. We fought off the dogs and carried the old lab’s limp body back to the same bed we’d nursed him back to health on the last several times, but it was too late.
The neighbors didn’t care and refused to pen up their animals, who also became intent on chasing equestrians at that point.
Animal control had its hands somewhat tied as well.
On a walk one afternoon, the dogs greeted us close to our property line. I yelled, and the owner remarkably rushed over…at the same time another neighbor arrived in his convertible. As we bickered about the dogs and the lack of concern their owner showed for them and the community, the neighbor in the car pulled a pistol out of his glove box and aimed. The owner screamed, “What are you doing?!!!”
“Waiting.”
“For what?!”
The dogs crossed the street.
“For that.”
And he fired several shots as the dogs crossed onto his property. It was all very Boss Hogg.
I’m not one for violence, but the warning shots were enough to scare the owner into realizing the seriousness of the situation.
Of course, marbles might have been equally effective had we thought of that first. ;)
And, DSL: Really? Oh, pfft. Come on. You’ve been to Hobby Lobby, right? Once you cross the threshold of that place you chance assimilation or cult activity at your own risk.
Scott, no stereotyping here. The Christians I’m referring to are fundamentalists. The only thing they hug closer than their women’s modesty is their guns and fear of the left. I realize there are no other Christians like that anywhere else but in the immediate area of where I’m working, but they’re there.
Kristan, I have a friend you would enjoy meeting. She’s about seventy years old now. She’s elegant in her aging. When she was young she was spectacular, spectacular enough to be a model on some of the seventyish MOPAR ads as a high kicker in short shorts. She’s also had various careers in upper management of marketing companies.
Her husband of many years is the first one to tell you he’s the luckiest guy in the world because she’s his wife.
Fifteen or so years ago I fenced their ten acres, welded pipe and succor rod. When we started the job she had a flock of chickens and quite a few ducks that hung around the pond. By the time I finished the chickens were gone and she was down to a couple of ducks.
She had figured out the reason her fowl were disappearing was tied to a red dobie and a rotweiller that she’d seen occasionally on the place. She was never able to follow them home but she strongly suspected they were the killers.
One morning she stepped out onto the back porch after a rain and saw the two dogs hightailing it east and a duck badly mauled in their wake. She tracked the dogs across the neighoring properties to a single wide about a half of a mile away.
She knocked on the door and a man came to the door. Behind him in the trailer was a red dobie and a rot. She told him that she had tracked a red dobie and rot to his place. The dogs were killing her chickens and ducks and she’d like it to stop.
He told her he could appreciate her position. If dogs were killing his fowl he would shoot them because it was his right. But he knew his dogs weren’t the killers because they had been with him in the trailer all morning.
She told him that she would appreciate passing on the message that she was going to shoot the dogs killing her animals the next time to anyone else that might have a red dobie and a rot that ran as a team.
A couple of weeks later she stepped out onto the back porch and the two dogs were killing the last of her ducks. She picked up her .243 and wounded both of them. She then jumped in her jeep and drove to where the dogs would have to cross the road to get to the trailer. When they showed up she finished them off in the bar ditch.
Then she walked over to the trailer and told the old boy that she knew the two dogs she’d killed weren’t his. But she would appreciate him passing on the message to the owners of the dead dogs that they had killed their last duck.
Needless to say twenty minutes later he showed up at her house beside himself over the loss of his two dearest and best friends.
He sued for the loss of his very expensive and wonderful pets. I was called as a witness of seeing the dogs once on the property one evening. I didn’t have to testify because it seems the single wider didn’t have the papers nor the bills to substantiate his claims of loss. My friend won in court because the man couldn’t prove he owned the dogs and he admitted that they were probably the ones that killed her chickens and ducks. In Texas you are allowed to kill dogs to protect your livestock.
My friend is not only a pretty woman, she’s also got more balls than just about any man I know. The manly way to handle her situation in Texas is “shoot”, “shovel”, and “shutup”. She had the whatevers to tell the man she had killed his dogs and why.