Final Score: Governor Palin 1, Gutless Pukes 0

The left’s pathological hatred of all things Sarah Palin continued this week with yet another hit piece masquerading as journalistic investigation, this time through from Vanity Fair which given the mindset of its aficionados is as appropriate a name as can be applied. The article endlessly recycles long discredited lies and slander, apparently hoping no one will notice, as it wallows in its own insufferable stew of saying it is so, thus it must be so. Jim Geraghty from Nation Review Online deserves a huge thanks and combat pay for dissecting its rotten corpse.

Vanity Fair and variations thereof are the refuge of the pseudointelligentsia, the self-centered snivelers who cluster at morning coffee klatches and evening cocktail parties to churn out an endless stream of inside jokes as they stare down their proboscises at the mere mortals clinging to their quaint, misguides mores and naïve notions of what is correct. They know no absolutes save one: they are absolutely correct in their private little theorems and insular tales. They are the ones who shout into the wind, railing against its temerity in not asking their permission to blow, while the ones they mock for their pedestrian ways and childish faith shrug, build a kite and go with the airflow.

Back to the story, a pathetic pastiche of assumption, innuendo and writer’s projection based on the proverbial unnamed sources. You have to love those. For the writer, a hint: unnamed sources when you’re uncovering a hot contemporary story? Good. Unnamed sources when you’re examining something from last year – in this case, since so much of the article focuses on Palin’s run as Vice President literally last year? Worthless. What, these people are afraid if they name their own names they’ll ruin their chance of working on a presidential campaign in 2012? I bring news: that’s pretty much gone anyway.

There’s a theme, often unspoken yet nonetheless woven throughout the left’s narrative about Palin, namely good old fashioned sexism in all its raging, uh, glory. This takes the form of a question and a complaint. The question is how can she possibly run a lemonade stand, let alone the country, with all those kids. Judging by the efficiency of Alaska’s executive ranch under her leadership, the inconvenient truth is quite well, thank you.

And the complaint?

“How dare she be pretty!”

Apparently the little boys and girls on the left are incapable of handling someone who’s physically attractive. I’m not altogether sure what the deal is there. Too insecure in your own looks? Don’t want to admit jealousy and/or inability to tame your raging hormones? Incapable of confessing you’re so firmly rooted in your misogynistic mindset you’re unable to take a good looking woman seriously unless it’s some bimbo parroting the party line who you publicly prop up and privately ridicule? Whatever. I am not responsible for another’s head trip.

The left will never – never – understand why Palin is so loved by so many. Which is okay. If you have political or philosophical differences with her, that’s fine. Spell out your arguments, lay out your case. We’ll talk. Instead, it drags out character attacks and blatant lies as somehow representing the truth. Actually, all it represents is their own failure.

One more thing for the Palin haters:

Burn your eyes, children.