The HBO special, Game Change, finally arrived in our mailbox after a lengthy stay in our Netflix queue. The film, based upon the book of the same name by political journalists Mark Halperin and John Heilemann, expose [to those who hadn’t yet figured it out] the incompetency of Vice-presidential candidate Sarah Palin. Just a week ago the film won Golden Globe awards for casting, writing and directing as well as for Julianne Moore’s performance as Palin and best miniseries or TV movie. Wow!
Not surprisingly, hisses and boos rose up from the right-edge of the political universe condemning the portrait of their beloved living saint as a nincompoop. Of course, she was. Yet, millions of Americans were enamored by the performance of the real Sarah Palin and these were the very ones who dissed the portrayal of her in the film. Apparently they quite enjoyed the thought that ‘one of their own kind’ was fit for the Oval Office should McCain die or become incapacitated.
One of their own. Dumbed-down and proud of it. “Sarah! Sarah!” could be heard in the final minutes of the film as her supporters listened to the consolation speech of John McCain. How terribly embarrassing for this nation.
I recall many of the same bonded with GW Bush because they ‘could have a beer with him.’ A mile wide and an inch deep.
Sadly for the Republican Party many have set up permanent residence in the party. They will be there quite a long time due to gerrymandering. Here in my district there is quite the ‘accidental’ congressman representing me. He’s there because of his father’s name, nothing more. He’ll be here till he dies, too. None-too bright, always willing to accept political donations to do the bidding of the Corporate World, his devoted supporters are hoodwinked into ‘believing’ he is working for their best interest.