I'm sitting on my bearskin chair beside the woodstove, in Kotzebue, Alaska, 50 miles above the Arctic Circle, while outside the ocean begins to freeze over. Inside I have about 49 things piling up to say to you, America.
I'm an Alaskan -- born in an igloo, enjoy whale muktuk, all that -- and in case you aren't sick of our state by now, I'll start off with an apology for one of our residents: Sarah Palin.
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This colorful op-ed is well worth your time. It is written by a wilderness Alaskan who makes the same mistake Sarah Palin makes in her search for the "real" America and Americans; he finds real Alaskan Palin not a "real" Alaskan. His insightful critique of the candidates is unique.
The guest column is a delight of bear fat and bear facts as seen by a real Alaskan. He is not all blubbery over Palin.
Journalism? Oh yeah! It reads like a diary, right up there with Anne Frank. Informative like "God, we finally hear from somebody who is different and writes with authority!". Can you imagine someone writing in defense of Sarah with anything like this authenticity? I can't, and as to whether I trust the Seattle Post Intelligencer, I don't care. I just appreciate them bringing it to me.
My personal view is that Palin is a tin-voiced follower, and the only political asset she has is her tightly wrapped rear end. Cover that up and all the "conservative" men will go back to internet porn.
Ain't nuthin' better than a rasty curmudgeon gettin' narly and sarcastic about a wanna be. I put my nose to the computer screen thinkin' I was actually smellin' Ol' Seth Kanter's stiff, red plaid shirt — damned that thing ain't been washed since early summer.
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