A Month of Sarah Palin

It is remarkable in itself that when Sarah Palin comes down to the Lower 48 to go to a baseball game with Rudy Giuliani, she remains in the press for a month.

It is interesting as well that this has taken place as a parallel event to a funeral of a popular dancer whose celebrations and remembrances are dragging out longer than Washington’s, Lincoln’s, Kennedy’s, Gandhi’s or Victoria’s. Maybe things begin where they end. Here is a thought to her and her delightful Alaskan family from another free spirit and a neighbor in the Northwest who was thrown to fame and fell victim to it as well:

Journalists are the most ruthless life form on earth … the evilest, most uncaring … bitterest … no matter what we do, no matter how clean we live our lives, we’re not going to survive this because there are already too many enemies … we threaten too many people … everyone wants to see us die. They’ve already tried to pass the most offensive part, which is attacking my family, and that could go on for years. But there’s going to be a time when I’m not going to be able to deal with it anymore, when my daughter is old enough to know what is going on. — Kurt Cobain, 1967-1994