Readerreader: "Palin is the most Jacksonesque politician of my lifetime. He was from the west, and disdained by the east. He favored balanced budgeting (opposing infrastructure projects of his time), and insisted government land be purchased not with paper, but with gold."

Government land?? Gosh, I wonder where these 'Government' lands came from?? Check out Steve Earle's take on this most wonderful of American heroes, Andrew Jackson: http://www.steveearle.net/biblio/americanmonsters.php

Perhaps Sarah really is ol' Andrew, Injun fighter, in a bun & lipstick: During her Governing term of Alaska, Palin's record on Native Americans: "Subsistence fishing and hunting are very important to the traditional way of life for Native peoples, and Gov. Palin has done everything in her power to oppose tribal subsistence rights, to the benefit of commercial and sporting interests. And she has continued a lawsuit which would eliminate all federal fishing protections for Native Alaskan people. In addition, she opposes tribal sovereignty, and has refused to acknowledge native languages and give them the respect they deserve. A federal court ordered Palin to provide voter materials in indigenous languages."

Wonder what her take is on black folks -- weknow what Jackson's were . . . Ben Franklin wrote his last essay in response to Mr. Jackson's defense of slavery.

January 8, 1815, dag-nabbit!! That'll teach me to be a smarty-pants.

Readerreader tries to explain his obsession: "I've tried to explain this out over the past 1,475 letters. Palin for me was like Jackson's victory at Chalmette in 1814. A clap of thunder in a clear blue sky. Her pro-life deeds, volunteer son in Iraq, conservatism, and style and panache hooked me instantly, and didn't let go."

Ahh, yes, those pro-life deeds -- if only words had as much meaning as deeds: "While running for governor in 2006, Mrs. Palin identified herself as "pro-contraception" and said she would support funding for abstinence-until-marriage education programs." But then, this was before her daughter start playing hide-the-weinie with her sleep-in-boy friend. And that volunteer duty in Iraq?? Wow, patriotic or what?? Just like all those young men in the 60s who 'volunteered' to serve in 'Nam -- hell, beats going to jail, and the charges get dropped. Clean slate, and it helps if you get a good assiginment. And if the panache and style of a small town crook and big time narcissist turn your crank (and obviously it does, big time), then Sarah is all yours.

And by the by, reader, the Battle at Chalmette was January 8th, 1814. Just saying . . .

Reading some of the 'manly-men' commentors has set me to thinking that this is a ZomieNation.

georgeblack writes (he's following this thread because it's about manly-men, and it seems he sees himself as a manly-man kind of guy): ". It is a shame though that this site is polluted by foul mouthed left wing scum. I guess they are just showing their IQs. You are right since they are incapable of taking care of themselves either morally or physically that is better left to the adults."

And: "Many of us have been action and we don't mean with our boyfriends."

Now, I may be wrong, but I think gorgeous-george is talking about 'authority', wielding the big-stick, and the fact that people who don't hold his views are inherently 'unmanly'. This is what happens when you live in a nincombob nation. Thugs and pinheads are like birds, they need to be in a flock, unlike fish which travel in schools. Ah, school, the best time life for most of these neanderfolks. Not a place of education, but a place of socialization -- a gathering place where they could preen and pose, join the team (a gaggle of knotheads) where they could knuckle under to authority. These people need to be under some kind of authority -- no need to waste time or thought. Follow the leader. Be a part of the team. Party-time, which seems to consist of getting drunk / stoned, screaming "Let's party!!" at the top of one's drunken head, and, uh, 'party'. Bond. Socialize (she they call us socialists!!) They could dream of going onto the military where they could continue to hang together and "hoo-hah" and wear uniforms and knuckle under to authority. If not, they could get a 9 to 5, get married and take wife and kids down to the mall or the mega-churcha and kinda be in a flock of like-minded zombies. And be told, in simple and often non-rational ways (but always entertainingly so) that America was the king of the universe and that it was the Homeland's job to set the world right, basically through the force of power. Trouble is, george, Happy Days is just a rerun now. Those big ol' muscle cars are a thing of the past. The world is leaner and meaner, and a whole lot more sophisticated. Sure, we have to help the Afghanis, but blowing the be-jesus out of them really isn't the smart way to do stuff. Time to put the old team jacket into mothballs, and maybe go back to night school and find out what's happening before things get a whole lot worse. Patience, george, is a virtue. Nothing unmanly about thinking things through.

Mike NYWI wins the convulated noodle sentence / convulated noodle thought award of the day with his Rummy-esque: "This is not an argument that we have an unbreakable responsibility to bring about a particular end state before leaving countries we have invaded at any and all cost to ourselves, but it is to say that it is does not follow from an argument that we have some responsibility for what happens to the people in countries we have invaded after we leave that one must advocate invasions of other countries with similar abuses."

I'd see a professional and try and get that straightened out . . .