What’s Good for the Gander

Sarah Palin ... time to come clean

By Jeffrey Page
All during the birther escapades I waited for one honest Republican with a big name to step forward and say it was an outrage to hound President Obama into spending even as little as a minute a day dealing with the place of his birth.

I waited for a Republican with guts to say the birthers were loony, and to remind the nation that no other GOP candidate or possible candidate – not Newt or Michelle, not Ron or Mitt, not Sarah – had been asked to prove where they were born. (The question of John McCain’s birth in the Canal Zone was resolved quickly during the 2008 campaign.)

But the silence was profound, and then in April along came Palin speaking about Donald Trump’s personal crusade – using his very own money! – to prove that Obama was not what he seemed. “I appreciate that The Donald wants to spend his resources in getting to the bottom of something that so interests him and many Americans,” The Sarah was quoted by The Times. “You know, more power to him.”

Finally, Obama released his Hawaii birth certificate – I wish he had had the nerve to tell the birthers where to stick their doubts – and the issue seems to have died down. Doubtless it will be revived when the 2012 campaign gets started in earnest.

However, thanks to Joe McGinniss, many Americans have questions about Palin’s background.

McGinness, in his new book “The Rogue: Searching for the Real Sarah Palin,” declares that before her marriage to Todd Palin, Sarah Heath had a one-night stand with Glen Rice when Rice still played basketball for the University of Michigan and she was a television sports reporter. After her marriage to Todd, Palin carried on an affair with her husband’s business partner, says McGinness, who further alleges that Palin smoked marijuana with a college professor and snorted cocaine from the top of an oil drum.

Palin has some explaining to do. Or some law suits to file. Anything less is a cop-out.

Allow me to employ some birther logic. First of all, she says she was born in Idaho in 1964, but how do we know this is the case? We don’t. Isn’t it possible that Palin was really born in her later home state of Alaska, especially when you remember that Alaska only became a state in 1959, a mere five years before Palin was born. Meaning that maybe – just maybe – Palin is not really the 47 years old she claims, but 52 and that she was born in Alaska when Alaska was just a territory?

It’s time for Sarah Palin to come clean and produce her birth certificate. A marriage certificate would be nice as well – just to be on the safe side.

And in the matter of a fling with Rice, Palin claims to be a believer in birth control through abstinence. So obviously, she owes it to the American people to assure us that if she had sex with Glen Rice, it would have occurred without benefit of condom because you know those condoms; they make everything so easy.

Palin must call a news conference on the subject of her premarital and marital sex lives. What an opportunity to clear the air and reassure her followers.

Of course, standing before all those reporters, Palin might be asked about McGinness’ assertion that she carried on with Todd’s partner. Since she has not provided evidence that she did not have this affair it stands to birther-reasoning that she’s guilty until she satisfies America that she is not.

jeffrey@zestoforange.com

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4 Responses to “What’s Good for the Gander”

  1. mary berrigan Says:

    You’re beautiful!

  2. Jeffrey Page Says:

    Thanks Mary.I figure it’s time for an end to double standards.

    Jeff

  3. LeeAgain Says:

    While we’re at it, why not demand that she produce her hunting license, her driver’s license, her auto inspection certificate, her car registration, her dogs’ licenses, and her library card. It’ll give her something to do before Nov. 2012.

  4. Jeffrey Page Says:

    Great idea, Lee. I wish I had thought of items such as those you mention when I was writing about her. As for now, I’m waiting for someone representing the center or — gasp! — the right to come forward and declare that, after all’s said and done, the empress has no clothes.

    JP

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