Sarah Palin is rather loudly waiting for her invitation to the GOP National Convention. Mitt Romney, no stranger to entitlement, must be fighting the urge to tell her to shove that invite up her ass.
The only possible outcome of a Palin speech at the 2012 GOP National Convention would be the set-up in a likely 2016 presidential bid. Palin may be dumb as a box of rocks, but she’s as clever as fox. Her entire career has been one of self-promotion and self-preservation, put in hyperdrive since 2008 when the McCain campaign unleashed the incredible dolt upon America and the world.
Palin wouldn’t so much begrudgingly endorse Romney at the convention (on the surface level, she would, of course), but use the allotted time to re-insert herself into the public consciousness. Expounding the Tea Party’s virtues would be of secondary importance: the prime objective would be to satisfy her own ego and megalomania.
Witness Palin’s email to Newsweek, in which she wrote: “I’m sure I’m not the only one accepting consequences for calling out both sides of the aisle for spending too much money, putting us on the road to bankruptcy, and engaging in crony capitalism.”
(Cough) Bullshit (Cough).
The former Alaskan governor’s political power has no doubt diminished, but her sublime ignorance still makes for an attractive a honey pot to Americans equally ignorant and impressionable. It would be 2008 redux, when Palin famously went off-script on the McCain campaign trail and indulged, nay, basked messiah-like in the Tea Party’s masturbatory adulation.
Palin cannot deny herself such pleasure. She is deluded enough to believe that she must not simply attend the convention, but be invited as though she were nobility being asked to a monarch’s ball.
Romney must deny her the pleasure. And if he does, America will be forever grateful.