Say Anything Blog

I guess anything that dumps on Palin is good for the left - or so they think - even if it involves taking the word of someone like Levi Johnston.

Maybe it’s just me, but I’d have a problem with believing anything Johnston says. His only real claim to fame notoriety is the fact that he managed to get Sarah Palin’s daughter pregnant and was quite content to take the ride with the Palins before and during the election, latching onto them like a tick.

Now that the election is over and Palin has resigned as Alaska’a governor, Levi is making noises about how dysfunctional the Palin family is and Vanity Fair, that bastion of rock solid journalism, is eagerly lapping up every word:

For “Me and Mrs. Palin,” Johnston tells Vanity Fair his story about life with the Palin family—with whom he lived for two months after the election—over the course of his two-and-a-half-year relationship with Bristol. He turns a number of commonly held beliefs about the former governor—the purportedly loving mother, devoted wife, and prolific hunter—upside down.

That’s nice. He is no doubt a truthful lad without an axe to grind. I’d believe him. I’d believe every. Single. Word. Wouldn’t you?

Anyway, the article goes on to quote the tick about several instances concerning the Palins’ personal lives and since he paints the Palins as unsavory, I have no doubt they’ll be taken as gospel by the left. Click on over and read some of them if you can stand it.

By the way and just for the record, show me one family in America - or anywhere else for that matter - that doesn’t argue from time to time, that is stress free, that traipses merrily through a problem free life, or (gasp) a family where no one either gets pregnant or gets someone else pregnant, ever. The last ones I knew of like that were named the Cleavers, and I suspect that even Wally and the Beaver would have stepped in it sooner or later.

So even if the tick is somewhat accurate and everything wasn’t perfect in the Palin home - so what?

Frankly, though, I don’t think he knows as much as he says he does but facts and fact-checking are impossible in situations like this. You can say anything you want about someone, especially someone that doesn’t like you anymore. Which is something Vanity Fair should have thought of before they decided to print what the tick had to say.

He’s trying desperately to hang onto his fifteen minutes of psuedo-fame and if he has to step on the people who once took him into their home to do it, well, so be it. And his enablers on the left are more than happy to help him do so. He’ll stick with them until they decide he’s no longer useful, then they’ll pluck him off and if he hasn’t found suitable employment by then he’ll search about for another free ride.

Ticks do that, you know.