This story only reminds me of why I love Sarah Palin.
She is more man than most men and more woman than most women.
I agree. It reminds me again of why I appreciate Palin so much. Because she’s really not “of” this current, impotent, faggy American culture. She’s like a welcome throwback of what America used to be like, gritty, straight-talking, no-nonsense, and down-to-earth. Modern society has no vinegar to it anymore, no color, and is crippled by insane self-consciousness and fealty to PC mindthink. Palin is the opposite in so many ways. She’s like a 1950s episode of “Gunsmoke” come to life in a degenerate world of Miley Cyrus and her foam-finger.
My 91-year-old uncle died a few months ago. He’d been in the Navy between 1940 and 1946. Toughest, slyest bird you’d ever encounter. He would have smiled, winked, and nodded at this Palin dust-up. It would have affirmed something ‘positive’ to him about the Palin family. Ditto everyone I else I knew from his peer group, both male and female. Modern America wouldn’t even remotely get any of this. Its worldview has been totally flipped and nuetered in favor of weakness and metrosexuality.