After Palin’s convention speech, I asked, “Did the Obama fans feel this way? Is this what their exultation feels like? Wonderful. I’m glad they get to experience it too.” Brendan Loy manages to take my moment of empathy to the other side of the aisle and diagnoses “a combination of cynical political calculation and Obama Derangement Syndrome-induced blindness.” (On top of that, he misspells my name.)
Is enthusiasm for Palin the mirror image of enthusiasm for Obama?
When CNN commentators begin describing her as a “metaphysical force,” I’ll rethink my assessment. When major newspapers run columns asking if she’s “a Lightworker, that rare kind of attuned being… who can actually help usher in a new way of being on the planet,” I’ll consider the comparison. When her supporters create their own special salute, I’ll chew over the theory. When celebrities talk about recording time “Before Palin and After Palin”, let’s talk. When her supporters say her nomination warrants another chapter in the Bible, I’ll concur. When people begin selling her unfinished meals on eBay, I’ll see the parallels. When “Palin-alujah” becomes a chant, I’ll recognize the similarities. When people brag about shaking hands with hands that have shaken hers, then I’ll nod in agreement. When Todd Palin tells audiences that his wife will heal our broken souls, I’ll concede.