I stopped short at David Carr's piece yesterday on the Palin marketing industry. His points on how this media celebrity can generate huge amounts of income from completely integrity-free media are, of course, well-taken. Palin has indeed cleaned up, thanks mainly to Roger Ailes and his fixation on ratings, and HarperCollins, whose soul was mortgaged years ago. She has a TV clip-show. She can read a Teleprompter well, which is about the only thing her college degree - sports journalism - qualified her for. She knows how to project cheeriness and peppiness and goshdarnit schtick. And all these have a place in the market and even in national discourse. No one would give a damn if the GOP hadn't decided to place this pageant-winner as a potential president in the last election; or if there weren't a real likelihood of her running for serious public office at the same level in 2012.
With any luck, the money will keep her from the Oval Office. But here's where I stopped dead in my tracks reading David's piece. This sentence:
I’m from Minnesota, which is sometimes considered the southernmost tip of Alaska, and her way of speaking in credulous golly-gee may have been off-putting to some, but there is a kind of authenticity there that no image handler could conjure.
Whatever else Palin is, she is not authentic.