Sarah Palin’s TV Channel is now just a hot mess existential version of ‘Wayne’s World’
If you’re paying $9.95 per month for the Sarah Palin Channel, well, actually, you’re probably getting what you want and deserve.
While the Mama Grizzly turned Vince McMahon’s other wife is missing the boat by not filming her Rock’em Sock’em Chillbilly Rasslin’ Tag Team terrorizing the quaint meth capital of Alaska and putting it on pay-per-view, she is providing banal slices of life by showing herself doing perfectly normal stuff and thinking you will be delighted by it.
It’s the reality programming version of a 4-year-old holding their nose and putting their face in the water at the pool after screeching, “MOM! Look at me! LOOK AT ME! MOM! MOM! MOOOOOM! Look at me!”
Yeah, you’re a regular Michael Fucking Phelps.
In the latest excerpt, Sarah decides to show what the “behind the scenes” looks like and, based upon recent editions, it looks exactly like the “front of the scenes” look with the same poor production values, echoey sound quality, and props that look they came off a deeply discounted Tuesday Morning sale table.
Sarah holds her clip-on microphone in her hand (later slipping her hand up under her top much to the delight of a subscribing and moaning Rich Lowry) and invites on to her set a couple a mooks from Jersey who just happened to be passing by and, HEL-LO sailor. C’mon in boys.
It’s awkward and weird and you wonder why Palin invited them into her compound until you see their yarmulkes and you get the feeling that she’s going to spin off a new show called “Touched By A Jew.”
The guys are obviously thrilled and have their picture taken with Palin and I imagine we’ll read their slightly fictionalized version of the visit in an upcoming Penthouse Forum: ‘I Banged A Shiksa Alaskan Governor, Guess Who? Guess Who?’ after Sarah says “USA and Israel, together!” which is some kind of sexy talk or something.
‘First Dude’ Todd wanders in, wanders out, wanders in, wanders out, presumably looking for a fight.
A dog shows up, Palin doesn’t know who it belongs to, maybe one of her daughters: Spank or Roadrash. One of them.
Then Palin just sits there muttering and fidgeting and it’s all very cinéma vérité but without meaning, because when you look into the abyss that is the Sarah Palin Channel, the abyss looks back and says, “I know. She’s an idiot,”
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