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Wasilla Goes to Washington
Why is it that I'm having such monumental difficulty Seeing Sarah Palin, Alaska's hockey-mom governor, As a modern-day embodiment Of the last-minute-coin-flip-chosen replacement senator In Mr. Smith Goes to Washington?
Oh, you know, the naive Beltway outsider, The bumbling, wide-eyed rube from bumpkin country, Come to town, spouting the first words of Genesis As if they were the Preamble to the Constitution — "In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth..."
Could it be that Wasilla and Washington don't quite equate, Even if Alaska and Jefferson Smith's home state Boast venal senators, like quid-pro-gift Ted Stevens And publicly esteemed but crooked Joseph Paine Under the nefarious influence of corrupt Jim Taylor?
I'm not exactly sure. All I know is this: the salmon stinks. Perhaps it's just me, my predisposition to mistrust a person Who believes the world was made in six days, Abortion is an abomination, who decries stem-cell research And advocates teaching creationism in school,
Avowedly proselytizing evangelical Christianity, As mayor, governor, vice-presidential running mate, And (dare I imagine the ultimate doomsday scenario?) President of the United States. All I can say is "Governor Palin, you're no Mr. Smith."
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