So finally the unsinkable Sarah Palin has been “let go” by Fox News…say it ain’t so.
Oh well, some would say that her fifteen minutes of fame was over two years ago and that it’s time for this “wilderness grandmother” to go back home to Wasilla, Alaska and “spy” on Russia from her living room window.
Either way here’s a fairy tale that may just explain why Sarah Palin has been “excommunicated” from the GOP’s “Hall of Fame” and why all her credit cards to swanky NYC boutiques have been cancelled…Good luck Sarah, maybe now you’ll find the time to read more magazines and books.
A fictional parable about the relationship between the GOP and Sarah Palin.
“Some things you can see before they happen”….
Once upon a time in a land far far away, there lived a pretty young maiden who worked as a waitress in a popular tavern frequented by wealthy men. After a long day of work and sometimes after a successful weekend of hunting, the wealthy men would stop at the tavern in order to drink some cold beer, eat good food and talk “shop.” To their surprise through polite “small talk” and casual conversation with the pretty young maiden that faithfully served them their cold beer and good food, it was discovered that she knew as much about hunting and skinning animals as they did. In fact, not only was the tavern maiden a skilled hunter and pleasing to look at, she was also full of charm and wit that made the wealthy men want to continue coming back to the tavern.
One of the wealthy men who religiously frequented the tavern decided to challenge the incumbent village game warden by running against him on a platform of extending the hunting season by two weeks and paying less money for an individual hunting license. The biggest problem the wealthy challenger faced in winning the election was influencing enough local villagers to cast their vote for him instead of the popular man that currently held the position of game warden.
“What am I to do?” cried out the wealthy man who was beginning to realize that winning the election as village game warden was a much harder task that he initially thought it to be. Well, at about that time, the pretty young tavern maiden stopped at his table to serve him his cold beer and plate of good food. Struck by an epiphany that all that he really needed to win the election was the endorsement of the pretty young maiden who knew a lot about the woods and hunting, he proposed a deal to her.
Flattered by the proposal but feeling somewhat intimidated by the reality of such an endeavor, the maiden explained that she knew little about life outside of hunting in the woods and working in the tavern. “Perfect”, said the wealthy man, “that’s all you need to know, I’ll coach you on all the little things outside of hunting and working in a tavern that you will need to know.”
Dazzled by the prospect of finding a better job outside of working at the tavern, the pretty young maiden agreed that in return for her endorsement, she would receive as payment from the wealthy man, a visit to the big city and more money to spend that she could ever dream of. Feeling somewhat guilty for taking a long leave of absence from her job and abandoning her regular customers, the fair maiden promised the tavern owner that once the election was over, she would dutifully return to her old position.
So, with a handshake and a sizable monetary down payment for her future services, the deal was made between the wealthy man and the former tavern maiden.
After two months of hard campaigning with the young maiden who was well versed in tracking and hunting animals in the woods, the wealthy man soundly defeated the incumbent game warden and happily accepted his new position as village game warden.
The fair maiden newly immersed in wealth and opulence began dreading the day that she would have to go back to the tavern and do the little things as a tavern employee that she once happily did.
On the campaign trail, the fair maiden made many friends who discovered that indeed, the former tavern waitress was a fun and delightful person to spend time with. It didn’t take the maiden long to find a new home in the big city and with the money that the wealthy man gave her for his campaign endorsement; she was able to live amongst the more “refined” city dwellers that began looking at her as one of “them’.
Over a short period of time the former tavern maiden who had now become well indoctrinated in the ways of “city living” but in all truthfulness was beginning to miss her small village, began to realize that she was a better candidate for being game warden of the small village than the wealthy man that she endorsed. So, she packed her bags, sold her city home and took all the money that she had left that was originally given to her by the wealthy man and set out on a quest to run against her former benefactor as game warden of their small village.
Upon hearing the fair maiden’s plan, the wealthy man who was enjoying the prestige of being the village game warden became incensed with anger. “The ingrate” said the wealthy man, “I’ll fix her.” So, he along with a few of his wealthy friends devised a plan that would make the fair maiden appear incompetent and dysfunctional.
When the maiden returned to the village and went about her business of running against the wealthy game warden she was greeted by the wealthy man and his associates with a barrage of accusations and innuendos that attacked her virtue and her competency.
Shocked and hurt by those she once trusted, the fair maiden was unable to clear her good name. Ultimately, she lost the election, all of her money and the village’s respect. Devastated and disheartened the fair maiden searched her inward soul for answers that would explain how and why the wealthy man and his associates had spread lies about her and her family.
She took her old job back as a waitress at the tavern but the old customers who once generously tipped her only glanced at her with contempt. One cold November morning, while cleaning tables, the wealthy game warden’s wife entered the tavern and sat down at the maiden’s station. Ordering her favorite dish of rabbit stew and pumpkin pie, she leaned over to the fair maiden and asked her how she and her family were doing.
“Not to well”, said the maiden. Encouraged by the wealthy man’s wife kindness, the maiden asked, “Do you know why your husband and his friends have ruined my life?” Without hesitating the woman said, “Because you didn’t take the money and let ‘well alone’; you bit the hand that fed you and mostly, because you forgot that you are not one of us.”
Leaving the fair maiden to ponder the answer to her question, the wealthy man’s wife finished her dinner and never again returned to the tavern.
It is said that the fair maiden has greatly aged and no longer has her outward beauty or the hunting skills that she once possessed. She was eventually fired by the tavern owner and now spends her days and nights looking into the fire at the village’s home for the elderly and the penniless. The wealthy game warden eventually became the village’s mayor and he and his family lived happily ever after in splendor and riches.
The moral of the story is to always remember the hand that fed you because in the end it’s harder to climb the steps of success when the ladder you are climbing belongs to the person holding it.
Until next time Louisianans, Good Day, God Bless and Good Fishing.