For a while last night, before she succumbed to an attack of the droning talking points, GOP VP nominee Sarah Palin peppered her discourse with whiskered old cliches like "Darn Right" and "Doggone it" in a desperate bid to seem "folksy".
Hubert Humphrey used to talk this way freely ejaculating "heavens to betsy" right up until the day he died.
Let the record show the deliberately countrified palaver didn't help Humphrey over the hump in 1968.
Orwell teaches us that cliche'd language is employed largely as a means to obscure the speaker's real intentions or feelings.
I think old Hubert blathered on in that manner because he wanted to obscure his fairly rock solid academic bona fides as a professor of political science.
As for Palin...who knows? Maybe she doesn't want anyone to know about her fervent commitment to witchburning or the curative properties of moonlit stump water?
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Honestly, I'm convinced that Sarah Palin is the hockey mom all the other mom's declined to favor with any eye contact at all.
You can just tell, one look and she'd start blabbing about her he-man husband or the innate super-humanity of her kids or some spurious crackpot cause all of her own.
We ALL know the type...pushy and self absorbed.
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