I never wanted to write this. I hoped against hope that I was mistaken. After all, I’ve been wrong before, why not be wrong once again? And who am I to malign an innocent woman? A mother of five? The Governor of a great state? But after watching Sarah Palin at the RNC Convention there is no way of suppressing the obvious conclusion. Sarah Palin is Satan’s handmaiden, if not in fact, Satan herself. You want evidence? Well didn’t she manage to turn her convention into a Witches Coven? You saw the leering, screaming, mocking faces in the crowd as she spoke, didn’t you?
Trust me, America hasn’t seen such faces since Salem days, or closer in time, since Birmingham in the sixties. All that was missing were the sheets and the fiery cross. Ms Palin supplied the rhetoric. She is indeed a rabble rousing orator who stirs the base to its basest instincts. Be careful what you ask for, Senator McCain. You are likely to get it. And in this case you got it. You think you’re in charge? Trust me, my friend; it’s the Devil who drives.
It is undeniable to those of us who saw her at work at the convention that this seemingly warm, loving woman, this mother of five, is not a b---h as some who know her from her past have claimed; she is, however, a certified witch. The first time I heard her speak I was alerted to something demonic that was betrayed by her speech pattern…something strangely familiar there. That hard “r.” No real American has used that hard r since Margaret Hamilton’s witch in The Wizard of Oz.
At any moment I expected Ms. Palin to turn to some child of a progressive and threaten, “I’ll get you and your little dog too!” Only in her case it would be “I’ll get you and your Polar Bear too.’ Lord help us, this woman will not be satisfied until she is wearing the ruby slippers (a state secret: They are presently in the possession of Dick Cheney who slips them on every night, and clicks his heels three times. Fair warning, Sarah, he will not relinquish them without a fight.
