A classmate of mine from the Exclusive Upper East Side Girls School I attended for twelve fun-filled years was an early responder to the Palin emergency. C. was the first to sound the national alarm in my inbox on August 29th*. She’s a lawyer with Defenders of Wildlife Action Fund. When I read the email, I felt proud, like one of my own was out on the front line, defending us against the barbarians.
So I was pleased to see that Defenders of Wildlife Action Fund have an ad that’s being promoted on Daily Kos right now. Frankly, it’s brutal. It shows aerial hunting. And it pretty much stages a reenactment of Sarah Palin shooting a wolf from a low flying plane. (I guess that makes it another installment in WWSPD. WWSPD? Shoot a wolf from a low flying airplane. What would I do? Not shoot a wolf. Hey, I probably wouldn’t get in that fucking plane.)
But for those of you who hate Sarah Palin, it’s must see TV.
Here’s to C. for fighting the good fight long before any of us were trying to shake the image of Sarah Palin in a Wonder Woman bikini, complete with AK-47 (I’m right about that, right. Any gun enthusiasts out there want to help me out here?), from our minds’ eyes. Here’s to the Defenders of Wildlife Action Fund for raising all that money for all those years so the people of Ohio could feel nauseous while just trying to unwind after a long day endless political advertising. And here’s to the the EUESGS for educating C. to become the kind of person who devotes her life to defending wildlife (and me to become the kind who can link to it).
Here’s a link to the Daily Kos diary. Beware: Daily Kos is like going to the opera. There are a lot of divas over there and the fat lady is constantly singing.
*I read C.’s first email while sitting in the Denver airport waiting for my plane on Friday evening. It was the second indication that Palinmania was going to be bad. The first was the woman on the tram who told me, unsolicited, that Sarah Palin was a bad mother. She then proceeded to tell me that no woman should put her career before her children. She had three children. She’d turned down a job with Andrew Young. She was going home to Chicago. Early 60s. African American. All this in a three minute tram ride.
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