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Sarah Palin’s first campaign ad (via Wonkette), from when she was running for the mayor of Wasilla, is the best.
In your face, Schweig Engel.
My favorite thing about this commercial is not the music, because that is a given. That’s like a default favorite thing. Everyone’s favorite thing about this commercial is the music. But I particularly like all of the evidence she gives prospective voters that she is experienced at talking into microphones. Just in case anyone thought that Sarah Palin did not have any experience talking into microphones, there are as many as two examples of her doing just that. Well, one example of her talking into a microphone and one example of her sitting silently behind a microphone. But definitely near and sometimes using microphones. Her campaign slogan was probably “Vote for Sarah Palin: Tough on Microphones.” No it wasn’t. It was “A Vote for Sarah Palin Is a Vote for Jungle Gyms.” No it wasn’t. It was “Sarah Palin: Bad Credit? No Credit? No Problem!” I believe that my limited experience as Governor of Zings more than qualifies me to be the Vice President of Zings.
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“I can see Russia from my backyard, so vote for me!” – Sarah Palin (R)
The music is great for me because its the same as what the local fox affiliate uses for the community calendar. If only Sarah Palin would tell me when the boy scout pancake dinner is. then maybe I’d consider voting for her (I’d never consider voting for her).
Clearly all you have to be is the governor of a single zing, no matter how clever that zing is, before you are qualified to be vice president of all zings. It’s all about whether or not you looked good zinging. Or if you’re willing to insult all other zingers by trying to incite them to let you zing into the record books by becoming the first vice president of zinging with certain sexual characteristics. Have I killed this metaphor?