Clothes Make the Woman

Sarah Palin has spent the weekend after the election sorting her clothes. The hockey mom. Going through her stuff to see if she can rustle up tens of thousands of dollars worth of missing clothes.

"Hmmm, is this brand new, and shucks it's gorgeous, Neiman Marcus blazer mine or did I buy this at the Kohl's in Anchorage last year honey?"

In politics, the key is always money. As an old saying goes, if the question is "Why?" the answer is always "Money". In Governor Palin's case, the down-home painted portrait has been chipped away to reveal a canvas of political opportunism and hypocrisy.
The question of 2012 has been rising from the cornfields of "real" America's candidate. Will she run? Is she the future of the Realpublican Party?

I offer the clothes sorting as defining evidence in the case against.

Governor Palin has emphatically denied that she asked for anything more than a Diet Dr. Pepper while being dragged around the McCain mudpit. In logical terms alone, the news that she is home sorting through her clothes suggests otherwise.

-Did the Secret Service pack her bags for her without her prior knowledge? If so, she must have had to answer "Yes" to the security screener while taking off her $1500 shoes at the airport. A convergence of mid level security then surrounding her and going through her carry-on. The looted cosmetics and sachets splayed on the conveyor belt. "How the heck did that get there? Aw, Trig musta grabbed it when we were talkin to that Joe Sixpack fella on 5th Avenue."
-Did Ms. Palin arrive home, throw her bags up on the bed and forget them for 4 days? Surely the regular gal hockey mom does not have assistants unpacking her stuff? So, assume she does.
-Are the missing clothes (roughly 2/3 of the original purchased stash) still folded neatly at the bottom of the steamer trunk, or are they neatly and unnoticeably interspersed with the Wasilla hockey jerseys, Martha Stewart collection blouses and Gubernatorial suits?

According to Sarah's Dad, she is "frantically" going through her stuff. Daddy also tugged at our real American heartstrings when he added that we understand the chaos because, you know, kids lose underwear. We feel your pain.

This entire circus will be, and is being trivialized to the folksy downright silly mantras that are already contained in the story. It will be cast as sexist, unimportant etc etc. It is none of these. This charade is an INDICATOR. We Americans love indicators. We love to discuss people's foibles and especially those that trend toward the downward spiral. Ultimately, that is why it is news.

We are a nation of bright, common sense in a crisis folk. We can surely see the horse has left the barn.

The clothes will never be worn again, much less "found". The Governor will fade slightly to hone her woeful public persona skills and she will return to attempt a populist run at the most powerful position on Earth. This shopping spree and ensuing vaudevillian search for the goods will be a distant memory.

Yet, the seed has been sown. Any onlooker with a rationale can surely see the Emporer has no clothes. This particular candidate for the future and her handlers are busy concocting a story/excuse/blame and not looking for missing property. This political bottle rocket has unwittingly built her own bridge to nowhere.

And my guess is she's pissed she can't get into that helicopter with her new hunting togs.