It never ceases to amaze us that Sarah Palin could have been America's Vice President. She really is the gift that keeps on giving, and yes, that right there is what you call sarcasm.
The latest in the long line of 'is she for real' moments, courtesy of the Alaskan politician, was when she shared a photograph of her son washing dishes. Naww, isn't he great? But that's not the part that irked us, it's the fact that he was standing on the family dog as though the animal could be used as some sort of foot stool.
Sarah posted three photos of the boy Trig along with this comment:??He, determined to help wash dishes with an oblivious mama not acknowledging his signs for ?up!?, found me and a lazy dog blocking his way. He made his stepping stone.?
Has she NO concept of what she's doing? Naturally enough, it wasn't long before PETA and countless others were on her case telling her to basically get her act together and consider the fact that the dog just might want to keep its organs intact, but, being a dog, has yet developed the ability to say so.
And in true Palin fashion, here's how she responded to PETA, posting the following letter to her Facebook page.
Chill. At least Trig didn't eat the dog.
Hey, by the way, remember your ?Woman of the Year?, Ellen DeGeneres? Did you get all wee-wee'd up when she posted this sweet?picture? http://conservatives4palin.com/?/peta-woman-year-posts-phot? Hypocritical, much?
Did you go as crazy when your heroic Man-of-Your-Lifetime,?Barack?Obama, revealed he actually enjoyed eating dead dog meat?
Aren't you the double-standard radicals always opposing Alaska's Iditarod - the Last Great Race honoring dogs who are?born to run?in wide open spaces, while some of your pets ?thrive? in a concrete jungle where they're allowed outdoors to breathe and pee maybe once a day? (http://iditarod.com/ http://www.irondog.org/)
Aren't you the same herd that opposes our commercial fishing jobs, claiming I encourage slaying and consuming wild, organic healthy protein sources called ?fish?? (I do.)
Aren't you the same anti-beef screamers blogging hate from your comfy leather office chairs, wrapped in your fashionable leather?belts?above your kickin? new leather pumps you bought because your celebrity idols (who sport fur and crocodile purses) grinned in a tabloid wearing the exact same Louboutins exiting'sleek?cowhide covered limo seats on their way to some liberal fundraiser shindig at some sushi bar that features poor dead smelly roe (that I used to strip from our Bristol Bay-caught fish, and in a Dillingham cannery I packed those castoff fish eggs for you while laughing with co-workers about the suckers paying absurdly high?prices?to party with the?throw?away parts of our wild seafood)? I believe you call those discarded funky eggs ?caviar?.
Yeah, you're real credible on this, PETA. A shame, because I'll bet we agree on what I hope is the true meaning of your'mission?? respecting God's creation and critters.
Our pets, including Trig's best buddy Jill Hadassah, are loved, spoiled and cared for more than some people care for their fellow man whose politics may not mesh with nonsensical liberally failed ways or don't fit your flighty standards.
Jill is a precious part of our world. So is Trig.
Yeah, PETA, chill.