Sarah Should Take Her Shirt Off
Lets's face it. Despite the fact that she's a guaranteed front-page story every time she opens her mouth, Sarah Palin is a political nebbish outside the Twenty-Six Percenter community. The woman is a zero. A non-entity. The more successful she is among that narrow little band of religious fanatics, chickenhawk patriots, and skinhead libertarians, the lower her ratings among the Independents she so desperately needs to attract for the remotest chance for an actual political life. Everytime she throws out more red meat to her supporters, everyone else performs an eyeroll and suppresses a giggle. (I'm guessing that all the Smart Money in Republican politics wakes up with a curse on its lips for John McCain for birthing her national career, but who knows, maybe they're not smart enough to know when they've been schtupped by one of their own. )
It's time for the former mayor of Northwest Overshoe and the governor of East Siberia either to admit she's just sold out for the big money, or to start evaluating her assets and deciding how to maximize their effects. She's got some very valuable assets: She's hot, she's a great natural sassy, and she's canny. So come on Sarry Louise, if you want to be the first female president of the United States, get creative: When all you've got is sex appeal, max it out.
From now on, start out every speech wearing one of those zillion dollar suits the Republicans bought you and that you were going to dump off at the Goodwill at the end of the campaign. As you start the speech unbutton the jacket. About three minutes in, take the jacket off and unbutton the top button of the blouse. Continue the unbuttoning process for several minutes and about two minutes before the end of the speech, off with the shirt. One minute before, unhook the brassiere, and as you finish up with the big finish whip it off and duck under the podium.
The primary plank on your platform should be, "If elected, every red-blooded American male will have an opportunity to see his President buck naked, you betcha!" A topless hand-job for an appropriate political contribution. Lapdance for the really big contributors. No blowjobs, though. That would be undignified and there are some ugly precedents about that sort of thing. Of course, intercourse is right out.
It's really the only way. You just might be able to scrape together enough horny Centrists to add to your Twenty-Six Percenter base to earn the nomination.
God help us all, though, if this strategy works in November.











