I’ve been trying to be charitable to Sarah Palin. I didn’t like it when people labeled her as an idiot, called her a bimbo, or attacked her because she’s a woman in politics. But she’s really making it hard for me.
He who warned, uh, the British that they weren’t going to be taking away our arms uh by ringing those bells and making sure as he’s riding his horse through town to send those warning shots and bells that we were going to be secure and we were going to be free and we were going to be armed.
Here’s the thing; stupid people can’t help themselves. Stupid people don’t know that they’re stupid, because if they did know they were stupid, they wouldn’t be stupid in the first place.
Sarah Palin’s problem isn’t stupidity; it’s willful ignorance. She’s probably got an average IQ, but she has the intellectual curiosity of an adolescent diva: nothing matters if it isn’t about her. That’s not leadership; it’s egomania.
In a normal world, it wouldn’t mean much more than the latest dish on the Real Housewives of Orange County. But it’s not Ms. Palin who bothers me as much as the people who think she’s presidential material.