Ummm…yea. That’s what happened at the SNL 40th Anniversary carpal tunnel inducing, three and a half hour long circle jerk last night. Elvis walked right up to Nixon and got his picture taken with a DEA badge:
But hamming it up at a pig party with a degenerate like Al Sharpton? Just because he’s Sizzlean now don’t mean associating with him is not career (or at least what’s passing for her career) suicide.
I’ve heard all the usual excuses: She’s living in their heads rent free, no matter what current idiocy she’s involved in that she comes out smelling like a rose, that she quotes Martin Luther King Jr. and sets herself up as a tar baby to throw themselves against, etc.
Bullshit. She is making it up as she goes along. There is no master plan. There is no platform. And ultimately, there is no future for her as the leader of anything except maybe a website or a loose organization of unherded, pseudo-conservative/libertarian cats. Showing up at that event to begin as NBC had been playing those “I can see Russia from my house” clips all week long is confounding to me. You’re never going to respect someone in the morning who you didn’t respect the night before. That’s not how getting fucked works.
She may, however misguided, think that rubbing elbows with the people who irradiated her politically is some kind of “I’m bigger than whatever you throw at me” gesture but she’s going to have to change her stance on illegal immigration to find enough workers to clean the bed she shit by mugging with Sharpton.
And then later playing folksy (read: drunkenly) with Alec Baldwin. That is some dick on a cheese grater stuff right there.
I say that. True believers are too invested in a Palin electoral success that’s never coming and the MILF mujahideen start sharpening knives and ululating if you disrespect the object of their political beat-off fantasies.
So jerk ’em if you got ’em, guys. She ain’t getting any younger.