Judging by this segment from “Sarah Palin’s Alaska,” the show’s namesake is no hunter.
What I did see was a woman who looked afraid of the rifle and who couldn’t hit that Caribou with it. Her father kept talking to her as though she were a 12 year old who had to be talked into killing Bambi’s mommy. He worked the bolt for her several times to re-load the rifle after she missed clean shots at the deer. The poor deer, with bullets whizzing around it, wandered around looking to see what the source of the noise might be. Finally someone shot it in the chest. Did she do it? Maybe.
Now, I don’t want you to misunderstand. It is perfectly all right with me if she doesn’t like killing animals. Actually I would think better of her for that. What I don’t like is phony estrogen loaded outdoorsiness. It reminds me of John Kerry with his $5,000 worth of hunting gear.
For commenters not familiar with Pat, let me spare you from embarrassing yourselves with ad hominem about his manliness. Not only did bag his first deer at the age of 14, as he explains in gruesome detail in the post, he went on to become a Green Beret colonel and a senior executive in America’s intelligence community.
As for myself, while I grew up shooting guns and did my own hitch in the Army, I’m not a hunter. I like a good steak as much as the next guy but would prefer to outsource the killing.
Like Pat, my complaint isn’t that Palin isn’t a hunter or an outdoorswoman — neither of which would make me think her an iota more qualified to be president — but rather her cultivated image to the contrary. Or, to paraphrase a line I heard somewhere: “What’s the difference between a hunter and Sarah Palin? Lipstick.”
