’I’ll make a place between my legs, I’ll teach you solitude.’ – Leonard Cohen
Because I was VERY BUSY WITH OTHER THINGS over the weekend, I missed the fact that failed filmaker/radio personality/human being John Ziegler decided to publicly break up with his internet girlfriend Sarah Louise Heath Palin and now he is telling the world, or at least the infinitesimally tiny sliver of the world that reads Tucker Carlson’s Weakly Reader, that Sarah is not all that and a bag of moose chips.
…in spite of being approached by Sarah’s husband Todd only a month ago and specifically discussing the possibility, I won’t be working on any Palin presidential campaign. Why? Well, first of all, contrary to what geniuses like Andrew Sullivan and Howard Dean may want you to believe, there is absolutely no way that she can be elected. I’ve told this to her directly; more than once. While many pundits mistakenly think what she is doing is some Trump-like PR stunt, I’m pretty convinced she is running and in doing so will damage the prospects of any conservative defeating Barack Obama in 2012.
These aren’t my only concerns.
There’s also the fact that Sarah’s entire operation is increasingly managed like a CIA field office; that she’s adopted a bunker mentality; that she’s trusting the wrong people, some of whom I know are simply exploiting her. As a result, even those most loyal to her get tossed under the bus, with little or no effort to avoid the collateral damage. Which raises the question: if people like me who would once have taken a bullet for Sarah (and at least figuratively I did many times) can’t get behind her any more, what the hell happened?
It could be that people are starting to realize that she is a that most dangerous of Americans: white trash with money with the bonus of a heapin’ helpin’ of narcissistic personality disorder, who would sell Trig to the Muslims for an extra fifteen minutes of fame before she is physically carried off the stage while clutching the curtains and screaming “I am America, you fuckers! Love meeeeeee..!!!!!“.
Then, Celebrity Rehab.
You can read everything that Ziegler did for her (he worked his fingers to the bone and what did he get in return? Bony fingers) in his extended whine, but this was my personal fave:
My relationship with Sarah hit another pothole early in 2010 when I advised her via e-mail that her upcoming speech to the Tea Party Convention in Nashville was creating controversy because the event was both expensive and for-profit.
She forwarded my message to her team, apparently forgetting to delete my address, with the comment, “If I have to suffer thru Ziegler’s e-mails, we ALL have to suffer thru.” Wow, that was a punch in the gut. Less than four minutes later, a panicked follow-up pinged into my Blackberry’s inbox: “John—pls [sic] know that was a joke! . . . you’re [sic] advice is very good, we have announced I will not be financially gaining from the speech, we need to get that word out there.” In other words, she’d acted on the message, but also made sure to take a pot shot at the messenger of bad news.
Yet Ziegler stayed with her because the not-sex was too good.
Now Ziegler has started up a new site TheSarahPalinIKnow.com where:
The controversial feature piece in on the Daily Caller website is just part of John Ziegler’s remarkable stash of untold stories from the past three years of documenting the media coverage of Barack Obama and Sarah Palin. There are still many explosive revelations to come, but for reasons that will eventually become clear, in order to view them when they soon become available you MUST provide your e-mail address in the slot below. We promise that you will never receive any spam!
Woo-hoo! FanFic! We can’t wait for “Me and Sarah Palin and the Long Lunch At Golden Corral” or “That Time She Called Me And I Had Just Stepped Out of The Shower And I Was Naked” and, the soon to be very popular, “I Think I Saw Nipple Today”.
Poor John Ziegler… wanted to be her Boswell, looking more like Paul Snider.




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The dude is seriously pathetic. Check out this paragraph:
“I have made no secret of the fact that the wars I have fought on Palin’s behalf have greatly harmed my career and made it extremely difficult for me to even change careers. However, this action is not likely or intended to correct that. The movie, while still available in various forms, and very relevant because over half the movie is on Obama who is obviously running for reelection, has pretty much run its course and this piece will likely only harm its perception among the people most likely to support it. Also, while I had the opportunity to be paid a significant amount for this piece, I chose instead to make it available for free and receive zero compensation for it so that I could control the content, get as many conservatives as possible to read it, and so I wouldn’t be accused of just trying to make a buck. If this was motivation, I am far dumber than even my worst critics ever suspected. Had profit been my main motive since the start of this I would have done thousands of things differently, none of which would have been in Palin’s best interests. Heck, I didn’t even accept advertising at http://www.howobamagotelected.com when it was one of the most trafficked sites on the web.”
Wow. You just referenced Paul Snider. That’s terrific. I bow to your greatness.
Yeah, this psychopathic grifter with the dead eyes and few brain cells must be a victim. No other explanation is plausible.
I hope he’s saved something juicy for his inevitable suicide note.
Umm, is it too soon to ask for a Fenway update? No news is good news, i guess.
I really bow to your greatness! You put up a GnR video!
Also, too: I don’t care if it’s too soon or not. How’s Fenway doing?
Paul Snider:
Fenway is awesome, almost back to normal. And thanks for the Deerhunter. Listening to it right now.
I read this tripe yesterday via Rumproast and I was halfway thru the first page when I thought—oh please, let Tbogg catch wind of this shit and tear our boy Ziegs a new asshole.
Done and done. Thank you.
Dear Mr TBogg,
We haven’t been properly introduced, but seeing as we’re on each other’s blogrolls I feel like we’re already friends.
I’ve been off the air for a couple of days, but I’m just popping in to convey my relief that Fenway is getting better and to send him and you my best wishes.
Much love,
Sarah.
… and a tip of the hat for the Hoyt Axton song quote, sir.
the pic of Paul Snider at the link? Damn, what did he stuff down his pants — nectarines? Not attractive. Nope.
Oh I think we all know what Ziegler’s motivation was.
In the item on Tucker’s webpage, Ziegler mentions a wife. I’m sure it must have thrilled her to no end to see how eagerly he donned the armor and rode into battle for Lady Sarah.
Yay, Fenway!!!!
March 24, 2011
Dear Diary;
Tonight is the night! After many long distance phone calls and instant messaging, Sarah is taking me to a party! Can’t wait! Wearing my best terry cloth v-neck and my mauve Members Only jacket! Where’s my Drakkar Noir?
Johnny Z
March 25th, 2011
Dear Diary,
I hate Sarahhhhhhhhh! OMG, it WAS. A. PIG. PARTY!!!!! I’ll never forgive her! I don’t wanna live! Why Sarahhhhh?
Johnny Z.
While the Snowbilly Grifter may not be a “…bag of moose chips…” I have it on good authority that she is in fact, full of cow chips. Poor Ziegler; will he have to settle for Bachmann now?? I’m tempted to “enter my e-mail address in the slot” but then…
My mother’s older siblings tricked her into eating a bite of cow chip once. She said it actually didn’t taste too bad.
What?!
I’m just saying, if we HAVE to eat shit sandwiches, those would be the best kind.
such a literate bastid with that Snider reference . . . a very yummy post
also too – in light of the week end’s events, please refrain from using “death of” anything in your posts for a while, ‘k? I was already to the ‘bargaining’ stage before I clicked on the link xoxoxox
“All that and a bag of moose chips.”
Poetry.
Starbursts, the flavor lasts… well not long actually and then the sugar rush is gone too and you’re left with only the hollow, hypoglycemic hunger of Republican self-loathing.
Gosh, I can’t imagine why she won’t read his e-mails.
Speaking truth to the Queen of Denial will only land you on your asp.
Everyone on the left had her completely figured out within days of McCain’s selection. Today the right is finally coming around to the same understanding. That they have all been so gracious about admitting how wrong they were and how correct we on the left were has admittedly been a surprise….oh, wait a second, my bad.
Confess nearly complete ignorance about Ziegler but reference to Snider tells me what I need to know. If Ziegler wasn’t in it for the money (shuh.. riiiigghttt), then guess it was on the slavering hope of dropped towel…
Recommend film “Star 80″ re sleazy Snider & his dysfunctional (to put it mildly) rel w/Dorothy Stratton.
White trash as opposed to what; black, brown, yellow or red trash? Wow.
0_o
Knock knock: Palin happens to be white. If the foo sh*ts, then ya gotta wear it.
Now that’s a tough read.
“Betrayed” by SP? Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Shocked I tell you. Just shocked.
But, but, I loved her … Remember love is fleeting buddy.
It comes. It goes. And being “in love” with someone who only has the capability love herself, and only herself, well … come on man, what were you thinking.
It’s like having to speak to a child. But here goes.
A few rules I love by (most of them “borrowed” from other, because why reinvent the wheel, right?):
1. (Chris Rock) There’s no sex in the champagne room. None. Absolutely NONE!!! There’s champagne there. But no sex. Sorry to disappoint the masses, but there’s no sex there. Who doesn’t know this? That’s why it’s called the … wait for it … right, the champagne room. Do you think if there was sex there, someone would call it the champagne room? No, because those folks aren’t trying to be coy. Why would they call it the champagne room when there’s sex there? Does not compute. If there’s sex there, they call it the sex room.
2. Never date anyone crazier than yourself. Crazy maybe fun for a while. But crazy is never fun for an extended period of time. Hello, they’re crazy? Get a clue. Yes, guy or girl, you should be the crazier one. And of course take the logic to its natural conclusion … the ideal relationship is where one thinks one is crazier, and their partner thinks they are crazier. So both parties think they are the “crazy one”. You see how it works?
3. Keep it real. When relationships become like religions or a higher calling, then it’s time to get out. People are people. All are flawed creations. Even Mother Theresa had doubts in the big G. Get it?
It’s Palin. The only thing that you will find is … that’s right, Palin. There really is nothing else there than Palin, Palin, and more Palin. All you get is the ““I am America, you fuckers! Love meeeeeee..!!!!!“”, and lots and lots of the same. It’s just champagne. There is no sex.
Most people can not compete with that level of craziness. It’s just not possible. You have to be a R candidate/senator/rep./religious figure to compete with that. And even then, it’s an uphill climb.
What you see IS what you get. There are no religious undertones to find. Because none exist. It’s all BS.
Any questions?
Thanks for the explanation. I was concerned there might be some sort of racial bigotry involved in that term, good to know there isn’t.
It really says it all about our benighted society that a dimwitted incompetent like Sarah rode the crest of our country’s credulousness for so long. I mean, this woman is an embarrassment to “Kingfish” Stevens. Imagine her misforwarding emails from the desk of the president: “Geez, that poopyhead Sarkozy won’t stop bothering me with his Frog nonsense! Minion, send him an autographed 8×10 of me showing some leg.” Followed by “Whoops, sorry Nicky! Trig was playing with the keyboard again! Kisses!”
P.S. Looks like I missed the health crisis over the weekend. Glad to hear Fenway is feeling better!
The Whoops didn’t see you there! passive-aggressive act is one of Palin’s favorites, right up there with mispronouncing people’s names.
Look at: http://palinemail.msnbc.msn.com/palin2011/pdf/10406.pdf
In it, Glen Biegel, a local wanna-be conservative player and small-time radio host is pestering Palin for her stand on some arcane oil and gas tax:
—– Original Message —–
Palin apparently reply-alls and says:
Then, oopsie, she emails:
However, look at the recipients of the supposedly only-to-staff email. She took Todd off the list and added a bunch of other people. We’re supposed to believe she accidentally left Biegel’s address on the list? Bullshit, it was a passive-aggressive put-him-in-his-place move. Classic Palin.
Oh, that Leonard Cohen!
Glad to hear Fenway is on the mend.
All else is treading water. Hoping Fenway is good.
The world’s smallest kielbasa?
Your *ersatz* “concern” is duly noted. Yoo Hooo: Palin happens to be white, so calling her “white trash” can hardly be viewed as “racist.” But I digress. As a sock puppet, you just do your best to cast stones… poorly flung monkey poo in this case. Busted!
Reminds me of my “3 Rules of Life”:
1. Never play cards with a man named “Doc”.
2. Never eat at a place called “Mom’s”.
3. Never sleep with anyone crazier than yourself.
1 and 2, I’m OK with; 3 not so much (yes, the little head sometimes has more control than the big head, I admit it).
It’s not like I have an unlimited supply of internets to give away, but one’s in the mail to UncertaintyVicePrincipal now. Or will be real soon.
ps: One of my language buttons got pressed by JZ, and in a good way. He actually said “raises the question” instead of trying to be all snobby and misusing “begs the question,” so whatever else he’s done, he gets one night out of Hell every year for that. I’m tough but fair. Dammit.
Celebrity Rehab indeed…
I am going to be tasteless and callous enough to suggest that with Dr. Drew Pinsky’s success rate with worn-out celebrities, I would be delighted to see The Grifter Queen make that her next (last?) reality show project.
There! I said it!!
I could have happily lived out my life without seeing that picture and never would have missed it…what a cautionary tale lieth therein!