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"When Palin talks, my whole being wails, like Nancy Kerrigan after Tonya Harding's ex-husband knee-capped her: 'Why? Why? Why?'"
-- Nancy Franklin for New Yorker
The reference to the old Nancy Kerrigan and Tonya Harding story won me. A long time since that has come up. One of those pop cultural sensations that buzzes around the media and in our conversations for a season and is gone. But I now see how they can be like old family photos, calling up days gone by, worthy of a little nostalgia.
I still remember Tonya coming out to skate for the medal, and actually getting a special break to try again when her lace or skate was apparently defective, still only to lose, of course, for there is at least some poetic justice in the world. And you know I rented the Tonya Harding sex tape that her ex-husband sold from their wedding night.
Yes, I enjoy remembering that whole episode from our national consciousness. If it wasn’t pre-Internet, you know we would have been blogging big about it, as well as downloading or streaming that sex video. The days of our lives. *sigh*
And I see how one can readily associate Tonya Harding and Sarah Palin together. It’s a fitting match. Though, Sarah promises to be a real national, perhaps global, catastrophe if the Republicans cannot pull it together enough to weed her our out of the competition for their party’s nomination for president. Judging by the way things look today, and how they are likely to look after two more years of partisan gridlock, anyone who wins the Republican nomination will likely be our nation’s president, and Sarah can make George W. Bush look like one of our greatest statesmen ever, a veritable Pericles or Lincoln or Churchill. It won’t just be something to titter about over coffee. I actually wonder if it could mean the end of Western civilization as we know it, though I know that sounds like crazy hyperbole. One has to be mindful that the West is kind of cracking up already.
-- Nancy Franklin for New Yorker
The reference to the old Nancy Kerrigan and Tonya Harding story won me. A long time since that has come up. One of those pop cultural sensations that buzzes around the media and in our conversations for a season and is gone. But I now see how they can be like old family photos, calling up days gone by, worthy of a little nostalgia.
I still remember Tonya coming out to skate for the medal, and actually getting a special break to try again when her lace or skate was apparently defective, still only to lose, of course, for there is at least some poetic justice in the world. And you know I rented the Tonya Harding sex tape that her ex-husband sold from their wedding night.
Yes, I enjoy remembering that whole episode from our national consciousness. If it wasn’t pre-Internet, you know we would have been blogging big about it, as well as downloading or streaming that sex video. The days of our lives. *sigh*
And I see how one can readily associate Tonya Harding and Sarah Palin together. It’s a fitting match. Though, Sarah promises to be a real national, perhaps global, catastrophe if the Republicans cannot pull it together enough to weed her our out of the competition for their party’s nomination for president. Judging by the way things look today, and how they are likely to look after two more years of partisan gridlock, anyone who wins the Republican nomination will likely be our nation’s president, and Sarah can make George W. Bush look like one of our greatest statesmen ever, a veritable Pericles or Lincoln or Churchill. It won’t just be something to titter about over coffee. I actually wonder if it could mean the end of Western civilization as we know it, though I know that sounds like crazy hyperbole. One has to be mindful that the West is kind of cracking up already.
