Alaskan Gov. Sarah Palin continued to leave her mark on American politics just days before leaving officer early. In a speech before a wildly enthusiastic group, Palin told fans that good Americans should “never apologize for our country.” It was a curious lesson to give children at a picnic — no matter what our nation does, we should never apologize because we are Americans. Apologies are for non-Americans to make (who should presumably also apologize for not being Americans).
After chastising an unnamed reporter for trying to get her to say that she has had a tough week, Palin told the crowds not to let the media try to get them down. After saying that she spoke to her son Track that week (and that reporters can’t understand why that would make it a good week since he is safe), Palin added “I wish that some in the media would keep things like that in perspective, what is really important in our country. And what is important is our freedoms, America’s security, our liberty.” She then said, “Let us continue to love our country, be proud of our country, never apologize for our country.”
This is why bloggers and reporters are so fascinated by Palin. It is like listening to an adolescent speak in a government studies class — yet she is the governor of a state and one of the leaders of one of the two political parties of the most powerful nation on Earth. What is equally fascinating is that there are people who want to hear such comic book renditions of patriotism and politics.
Under this logic, our country should not have apologized for slavery, the internment of Japanese Americans in World War II, the Dakota massacres, the use of American citizens for nuclear testing, and other great wrongs. More importantly, we need to teach our children that no matter what we do as a nation we are too great to apologize.
Palin’s comments to the children at the picnic is a counterpoint to such unAmerican songs as “I’m Sorry”:
This is the story of two friends at play.
One bumped the other, but she knew what to say.
What did she say?
She said, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
That was the thing to do.
And there are times
I need to say it, too. YOU?When I get angry or don’t like to share,
I take a deep breath and show my friends I care.
It¹s only fair!
I say, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
That is the thing to do.
And there are times
you need to say it, too! WHO?
Palin seems to want a political version of ‘Love Means Never To Have To Say You’re Sorry”:
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Oh my,
Since when is admitting when you make an error of judgment so bad? This would have been our Veep? She sounds like a creep, maybe she can afford a pair of Levis and a Jeep, but she needs to look inside deep for she is still a creep.
Putting the theme from “Love Story” into an innocent bloglodytes’ mind is definitely something you should say you’re sorry for. I’ll see your theme and raise you Karen Carpenter in “Close To You”:
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Why do birds suddenly appear, everytime you’re shootin’ deer?
Just like me, they long to be close to you.
On the day that you were born the angles got together, and decided to create a dream come true.
So they sprinkled moose dust in your hair, and cash from bridges to nowhere….
That is why…
(Have a nice day JT!)
I had no idea little Sarah was an Elton fan!
“Its sad, so sad
Its a sad, sad situation
And its getting more and more absurd
Its sad, so sad
Why cant we talk it over
Oh it seems to me
That sorry seems to be the hardest word”
Absurd situation, indeed!
Jill:
The law of war gives me full right to retaliate with “Muskrat Love” but I am a better man than that. Well, no I’m not . . .
“And they whirled and they twirled and they tangoed,
Singin’ and jingin’ the jango,
Floatin’ like the heavens above
It looks like muskrat love.”
JT:
Yeesh! I am running for my insulin even now.
Insulin?
Mespo, take the insulin shock, it may help you forget!
It was all because of her Uncle
bdaman:
I yield to the superior music historian!
Turley!!! Muskrat Love that’s just evil and you leave me no choice but to go nuculerTM with…….Seasons on the Sun
bwahahahahahahahahahahahaha..cough..cough
Goodbye Sarah our maverick one
You pointed east and helped me find Putin
And every time that I was down
You would always come around
And drill some oil from the ground
Goodbye Sarah it’s hard to go
When there are moose still living in the snow
And that turkey over there
Still has it’s head
But do you care
We had Trig, we had Todd
We had Bristol and your God
And the words that you used
They just left us all confused
repeat ad nauseum
C. Everett Kook:
I thought I would never have to go to Defcon 4 on this site, but you and JT have left me no choice:
Oh Mespo, you are THE MAN, you just have know idea, those were the days.
Okay C.E. Kook that was, well, satirical…
Muskrat Love is the worst song of all time, even ‘wusser’ than Feelings. No danger of anyone using that song to satirize Sister Palin…
“Muskrat Love is the worst song of all time,”
FFLEO,
Au contraire. How about these.
Especially the last line before the last chorus.
And finally this paean to 50′s racial stereotypes:
Ooops. I’m being moderated for linking to four different songs all of which make Muskrat Love seem like Sammy Cahn. You’ll see them later.
Feelings.
Feelings?
Awwww, man! Did you really have to go there, FFLEO?
I may have to do some intensive heavy metal therapy to erase that . . .
“It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day
I was out choppin’ cotton and my brother was balin’ hay
And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat
And Mama hollered out the back door “y’all remember to wipe your feet”
And then she said “I got some news this mornin’ from Choctaw Ridge”
“Today Billy Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge”
you win for now mespo, but this isn’t over
But if you just have to apologize it dosn’t get any better than this:
” Muskrat Love is the worst song of all time, even ‘wusser’ than Feelings. No danger of anyone using that song to satirize Sister Palin… ”
I dunno, I think Mespo hit the motherlode of bad music with Bobby Goldsboro’s Honey. Truly execrable.
See the tree, how big it’s grown
But friend it hasn’t been too long
It wasn’t big
I laughed at her and she got mad
The first day that she planted it, was just a twig
Then the first snow came
And she ran out to brush the snow away
So it wouldn’t die
Came runnin’ in all excited
Slipped and almost hurt herself
And I laughed till I cried…
SadButTrue: ” I dunno, I think Mespo hit the motherlode of bad music with Bobby Goldsboro’s Honey. Truly execrable.
See the tree, how big it’s grown…”
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But you have raised the stakes incalculably!
Bang, Bang, Just shoot me…
C.E.K.–a very fine job! To all, this thread is horrifying. Do you like pina coladas along with that watered down cake someone left out in the rain? Are you proud to be an American, or is sorry something you’ll say?
Lottakatz,
I’m so glad you’re back! I’ve been thinking of you, knowing this is such a hard time. It’s nice to see you joking around.
Okay, I am just gonna have to settle this with the musical facts. When I get time, I am going to research all of my 13 or 14 Joel Whitburn Billboard books to see how each song charted and the higher the chart number the less wusser the song.
No apologies? That’s cold.
“Sarah, Sarah, storms are brewin’ in her eyes”
In honor of Sarah P’s stepping down day:
Not to inflict the lyrics or music on anyone, but the title at least of the old Clint Holmes song “Playground in My Mind” seems somewhat appropriate.
Well Buddha was right,hip waders do come in handy here on some days.LOL!!
Speaks for it self: