Amid the rain in Indianola, Iowa thousands gathered to
hear the firebrand speak. Talking heads
of every stripe had, for weeks, predicted that Sarah Palin would or wouldn’t
announce her entry into the 2012 presidential race.
She took the stage to the sound of chants from the crowd
of “Run, Sarah, Run.” The rain stopped
and Palin began her forty-two minute speech that included her bedrock theme of
restoring America, American exceptionalism and developing American energy
resources.
At one
point, perhaps to remind everyone of how she’d been outspent in her own
campaigns in Alaska, she said, “Like you, I’m not for sale.” I think this speaks explicitly to how the
corporate-controlled media remain flummoxed by her motives.
No one
knows with any certainty what Sarah’s plans are for 2012. One thing is sure; she plans to speak
forcefully to Americans that this administration is not winning the future. “[It is] losing our country and with it the
American dream.”
She reminded Americans—not those who live in New
York, Washington or LA—but ordinary Americans who live in the heartland of this
country that they were part of a movement.
“You got up off your couch; you came down from the deer stand, you came
out of the duck blind; you got off the John Deere; and we took to the streets,”
she said.
"We can confront the problem," she said,
"[A]nd we can achieve lasting reform...We will be demonized; they'll mock
you; they'll make things up; they'll tell you to go to hell...We won't say,
'No, you go to hell,' we won't say that...No, the road isn't easy, but it's
nothing compared to the suffering and the sacrifice of those who came before
us."
Then, to hammer the point home, she paraphrased The Great
Emancipator saying, “We shall nobly save, not meanly lose, this last best hope
on Earth.”
The most recent Fox
News polls show 74% of voters think Palin should not run. For the 66% of Tea Party members who think
she should not run, the unflappable Sarah said, “Polls? Nah...They’re for strippers and cross-country
skiers.”
Gutsy broad, that Sarah.
Via Memeorandum
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