Sometime following the election I mentioned that I didn’t think that Sarah Palin  would be happy going back to Alaska  once she had seen the bright lights and the big city. Being chauffeured around, the nice hotels, the shopping sprees, the RNC-paid sycophants running to fetch her a skinny white venti mocha. All gone. Poof.

There is a lot of truth to the joke I made in the Sunset Boulevard post:

Joe Gillis: You’re Sarah Palin. You were almost Vice-President. You used to be big.
Sarah Palin: I am big. It’s Alaska that got small.

But somewhere along the line (I’m guessing when her Alaska Trust Fund only pulled in about $125,000 of the $500,000 that they were seeking  for her mounting legal bills) she decided to cut bait and make a dash for the cash sooner rather than later. As we move farther away from the election and more little tidbits come trickling out of the McCain campaign, time is not going to be her friend.

Sarah Palin isn’t smart in what we might call conventional ways, but she has grifter smarts and knows that she can make a better living working the wingnut welfare circuit preaching to the already converted than she can in politics. She’ll never be President; you know it and she knows it. Everyone should know it. But there are a lot of rubes out there who think she’s got a shot and they’re just dumb enough to pay good money thinking it will happen. That is what she’s counting on.

Jill at Brilliant at Breakfast completes the Palin circle:

Here’s the tragedy of Sarah Palin: If she weren’t a mean-spirited right-wing Christofascist narcissistic nutball, she COULD have been the kind of feminist around which women could rally. If she were about helping other working mothers and parents of special-needs children and health care for all and a stable job base, she could have been a credible contender for first female president. But alas, she is only an aging beauty queen, a Mean Grrrl who in politics has found a way to extend her reign as Prettiest Girl in High School to use people (or states) and then throw them away when they stop feeding her massive ego — or the gaping hole in her soul which no amount of attention will fill.

That sounds about right…