I hope you witnessed the red carpet return of Sarah Palin from the baggage compartment to endorse Donald Trump the other night. Appearing for a role in a rerun of the War of the Worlds, she excitedly exclaimed: “This is going to be so much fun!” with a dead-panned Trump at her side for the next 20 minutes. Who else but America’s fading Drama Queen could have shut him up for so long? I guess there is some good in everything.
Palin’s histrionic schtick remains Sarah doing Sarah. Demonizing in the higher octaves, she recounted America’s sins with acid-pointed daggers to the hearts of the GOP establishment and President Obama’s “weak-kneed capitulation” and his many lies. She hysterically acted out her words with her trademark 2008 sarcastic, mugging wit. (Stephen Colbert did say that she nailed down the evangelical vote by speaking in tongues.)
Trump, who seemed bored at times, said later that he might consider Palin for a post in his administration. The world would be waiting to determine whether to block American tourists from foreign borders.
She didn’t show any concern that within 24 hours earlier, her boozy son was arrested back home and charged with punching around his girlfriend and menacing the place with an assault rifle.
All of this could make a great movie, folks, except I may spoil the ending.
