Friday Palin: Going Rogue with a Dead Fish

Sarahcuda's ghostwriter, far-right-wing scribe and budding neoConfederate/slash/Xtianist hero Lynn Vincent, has finished Sarah's "memoirs" in a mere four months, waaaay ahead of schedule (that's them she's holding at left; she's the one with no tail).

We could be snarky and say, "Well, why not? Not much to say after all" but in truth Vincent got a full 400 pages out of the 'Cuda's dwarfish existence. This one's going to cost the billionaires who buy up thousands of copies of every right-wing screed that comes off their home-grown presses a ton of $$$ in mailing fees. Pity the poor postal employees who are going to have deliver all this heavyweight (in both senses of the term) drivel in the heat and snow and rain. At least Ann Coulter's books are as skinny as she is. Intellectually and physically, they weigh about as much as a sand gnat. Sarah has even less to say, which explains the extra pages.

Filler.

The title of this impending disaster opus is Going Rogue, a term used to describe an elephant who goes on an unexplainable rampage, killing and destroying everything in its path, insane with rage, so I guess you could say it fits. In the elephant's case, the cause is a brain disease so the analogy is perfect all the way around.

Can't help but wonder what the Right is going to make of it, though. I mean, coming right out and admitting it like that. But I suppose they'll think it's a compliment. They seem to like to think of themselves as Mighty Warriors Against Society, so they'll make it that and just pretend the real definition doesn't exist.

But we'll know better, won't we?

Meanwhile, TBogg has so little faith (or is too realistic, take your pick) that he's convinced the book will be a bestseller. For about a week.

Sarah Palin has achieved that unique brand of American freak show singularity by becoming equal parts Paris Hilton, William Hung, and a flaming NASCAR crash. We want to turn away appalled/disgusted/embarrassed by and for her but she is so alternately amusing and then infuriating  and then baffling that we don't want to miss an episode and so we sneak guilty peeks only to roll our eyes once again. 

Before I get to why I think the book with be initially successful, I want to point out that the strategy of a large first printing  (supposedly 1.5 million copies) is a brilliant one by HarperCollins. It's the Snakes On A Plane approach:

1) Plenty of availability from the get-go

2) Cash in quick

3) Profit! .... before word gets out

I have to take issue with the first graf. If Sarahcuda were indeed a combination of those three things, well, we might just have to take a look ourselfs. But she isn't. Paris Hilton is way sexier and unless El Cuda puts a vid online of herself doing the dirty with Pamela Anderson, Keith Richards, and John Vitter's NO girlfriend, that isn't likely to change anytime soon. And William Hung may be her equivalent in incompetence but he's got oodles more class. Plus he knows where Russia is. As for the NASCAR crash, well, you've got me there, but I'm not at all sure that 2 out of 3 is going to be enough to propel her sales out of WingnutBillionaireLand.

Nope. I'm afraid Richard Mellon is still going to have to spend more of his Godfather money, and it couldn't happen to a nicer guy. (After all those copies of Coulter and Goldberg and Malkin et al, how much can he have left?)

Comments

[Mark Gisleson]

Large type and extra space between the lines does wonders for padding a book.

[Paul]

People claim that her ghost writer's past and Palin's choice is a "guilt by association", but that's bogus. She had her pick of hundreds of qualified writers and she instead chose a racist. She fails to ever make a good decision and this one highlights her views well.