Hold my hand and take a walk back through time with me, won’t you? Oh, I’m not asking you to go back to a prehistoric era when Gloria Vanderbilt jeans were all the rage and it was fashionable to still like the Dixie Chicks because of their hippie-dippie Bush-bashing politics. No, we’re going back to the immediate past, when Sarah Palin was riding the crest of her fame arc; when we were musing on her prospects as a poetess as evinced by her folksy array of “you betchas” and “gollys”. Yes! Those were splendid times. And then months later, Palin resigned. We all felt the earth shake the devil’s hand. Because we are all certain a 2012 presidential bid is par for the course. And with an army of birthers at Palin’s beck and call, like Death Eaters obsequiously trailing behind Lord Voldemort, this will not end prettily.
But you know what, we’re getting ahead of ourselves. Because it’s all come full circle, and Palin’s talents as a finely hewn wordsmith are not going unnoticed. William Shatner, by way of last night’s Conan O’Brien appearance, offered us the chance to bask in the governor’s resignation by employing his talents as a spoken word artist and reciting her Emily Dickinsonian farewell speech. Bongos are also involved. Here’s the sample he read:
… [S]oaring through nature’s finest show. Denali, the great one, soaring under the midnight sun. And then the extremes. In the winter time it’s the frozen road that is competing with the view of ice fogged frigid beauty, the cold though, doesn’t it split the Cheechakos from the Sourdoughs? And then in the summertime such extreme summertime about a hundred and fifty degrees hotter than just some months ago, than just some months from now, with fireweed blooming along the frost heaves and merciless rivers that are rushing and carving and reminding us that here, Mother Nature wins. It is as throughout all Alaska that big wild good life teeming along the road that is north to the future.
And here’s the clip: