Maureen Dowd sobre Sarah Palin
Quem já a leu conhece a sua língua afiada, que já lhe deu um Pulitzer e não poupa ninguém à esquerda ou à direita.
E claro que não podia deixar de lado os primeiros e titubeantes passos na grande política da nova diva dos conservadores (neo ou não, que os tempos não estão para essas picuinhices), que nos tem presenteado com a segurança e confiança dos autênticos, dos que ignoram a própria ignorância.
Alguns excertos de Maureen Dowd, no The New York Times:
Two weeks after being thrown onto a national ticket, and moments
after being speed-briefed by McCain foreign-policy advisers, our new
Napoleon in bunny boots (not the Pamela Anderson kind, but the
knock-offs of the U.S. Army Extreme Cold Weather Vapor Barrier Boots)
is ready to face down the Russkies and start a land war over Georgia,
and, holy cow, what business is it of ours if Israel attacks Iran?
The trigger-happy John McCain has indeed found a soul mate. Trigger
squared. In Fairbanks on Thursday, at a deployment ceremony for her son
who is going to Iraq, Governor Palin followed the lead of McCain and W.
in fusing Osama bin Laden’s diabolical work on 9/11 and the mission in
Iraq. She told the departing troops, “You’ll be there to defend the
innocent from the enemies who planned and carried out and rejoiced in
the deaths of thousands of Americans.”
Asked by Charlie Gibson
what insight into Russian actions her Alaskan proximity gave her, Sarah
blithely replied: “They’re our next-door neighbors. And you can
actually see Russia from land here in Alaska.”
Being a next-door
neighbor is not quite enough, though. If Sarah had been reading about
the world she feels so confident about leading rather than just
parroting by rote what Randy Scheunemann and the neocons around McCain
drilled into her last week — Drill, baby, drill! — she might have
realized that as heinous as Russia’s behavior toward Georgia was, it
was not completely unprovoked. The State Department has let it be known
that it warned McCain’s friend, Misha, the hotheaded president of
Georgia, not to send troops in to crush the rebellion in two breakaway
And she might not have had to clench her jaw and play
for time when Gibson raised the Bush doctrine, the wacko preemption
philosophy that so utterly changed the world.
The really scary
part of the Palin interview was how much she seemed like W. in 2000,
and not just the way she pronounced nu-cue-lar. She had the same flimsy
but tenacious adeptness at saying nothing, the same generalities and
platitudes, the same restrained resentment at being pressed to be
specific, as though specific is the province of silly eggheads, not
people who clear brush at the ranch or shoot moose on the tundra.
Just as W. once could not name the General-General running Pakistan, so
Palin took a position on Pakistan that McCain had derided as naïve when
Obama took it.
“We must not, Charlie,
blink, Charlie, because, Charlie, as I’ve said, Charlie, before, John
McCain has said, Charlie, that — and remember here, Charlie, we’re
talking about John McCain, Charlie, who, Charlie, is John McCain and I
won’t be blinking, Charlie.”
She tried to finesse her
previous church comments about Iraq, asking worshipers to pray “that
there is a plan, and that plan is God’s plan.” Earnestly repeating
after her tutors, she said she had meant to echo Abraham Lincoln, that
in war we must pray that we are on God’s side rather than that he is on
ours. But her original comments sounded more W. than Abe — taking your
policy and ideology and giving it the hallowed mantle of a mission from
Sarah has single-handedly ushered out the “Sex and the
City” era, and made the sexy new model for America a retro one — the
glamorous Pioneer Woman, packing a gun, a baby and a Bible.