I took this picture in the Inner Passage of southeastern Alaska, en route to Juneau in the Tracy Arm. Magnificent scenery; it is humbling to be there to witness God’s creation in all its untamed vastness.
Alaska is not just scenery, of course. It is also natural resources and the people who risked all to get those resources. And who continue to live in a state that most resembles the Montana or Idaho of a half-century past.
Alaska is, in many ways, still a frontier, where the surest way of getting from point A to point B is a sea plane. A place that, above about 1,500 feet, has two seasons: summer and “road closed.” A tough place to live; an even tougher place to make a living.
Which brings me to Sarah Palin. Not my first choice for our nominee, but a woman who embodies the sense of the Alaskan frontier: direct to the point of being abrupt; “rude” according to the effete cocktail party manners that are the lifeblood of the Republican Party establishment.
There is something refreshing about her; the way she (apparently) says whatever is on her mind and who isn’t afraid to ad-lib. Even if she sometimes doesn’t always get her facts straight. She’d rather give it a go than dissemble and fudge.
What is the most fun is to watch the liberal mainstream media go into conniptions any time Sarah does something that the powers-that-be on the left decide is wrong. When the State of Alaska released some 24,000 of Palin’s email messages from her time as governor, the New York Times even enlisted interested readers to participate in digging up the dirt. Which likely doesn’t exist; chalk it up to PDS: Palin Derangement Syndrome.
It’s not hard to see who Sarah Palin is; it’s in the picture: wild, untamed, Alaska. Would she make a good president? Hard to say, but I know she would at least be honest about it. Unlike the incumbent, who continues to “lead from behind” and pretend to the public that he’s a centrist.