Showing posts with label Jim Palin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jim Palin. Show all posts

Monday, May 16, 2011

Newsweek interviews Todd Palin's father. Yeah I don't know why either.

It sounds to me as if this reporter hoped that Todd's dad, Jim Palin, could get him an interview with the always paranoid Sarah, or at the very least Todd.  Hah, what a moron!

However this article was not a complete loss and actually contained a few interesting nuggets:

What Jim doesn’t much want to discuss is Sarah’s political career. He says that he will, of course, support Sarah if she runs. But I got the distinct impression he believes she won’t. Todd’s close friends are hoping, for his sake, that she doesn’t.

Todd's own father does not think Palin will run?  Well isn't THAT interesting?

As we were walking out of Evangelo’s, Jim Palin suddenly said, “How would you like to see Todd and Sarah’s place?

He is taking a reporter to the Palin Compound?  No way this guy gets out alive if the Palins are home, they HATE reporters!

We turned off the main highway onto a dirt road and came to an electric gate and an unoccupied sentry box. Jim walked around the gate onto the property, which is unfenced. “All this is to keep folks from driving up to the front door,” he explained.

Yeah I have also wondered about that.  Why even have a gate, if it is not connected to a fence?

(I have kind of a funny story about that gate.  The first time I went out to visit Joe McGinniss, I missed a turn and ended up driving through the open gate onto Palin's property.  The big iron gate was new back then and at first I was not sure the driveway belonged to them.  But when I figured it out I carefully backed out, hoping they would not see me, because NO WAY would they have believed I was not trespassing on purpose. But honestly, it was a total accident.)

The Palins’ yard is strewn with five snowmobiles, half a dozen dusty trucks, several small aluminum boats, a couple of airplane floats, a trampoline, and a little plastic basketball hoop. (Which just goes to show you can throw buckets of money at white trash all day long, but all that means is they will have more expensive crap strewn around their yard than their neighbors can afford to have strewn around theirs.) For 18 years, Todd Palin worked as a “wrench” on two-week shifts for BP on the North Slope. He spent six weeks every summer pulling salmon out of nets in Dillingham. That, along with his racing purses and endorsements, and Sarah’s salary as mayor and then governor, made the Palins relatively prosperous. But since 2008, they have become plain rich from Sarah’s books, lectures, TV series, and Fox News contract. (They forgot to mention taking in political donations without really intending to run for office, pimping out their daughter on Dancing with the Stars, and selling stories trashing Levi to the tabloids for some extra spending money.)

Jim called out, but there was no one home. (Both Todd and Sarah had made it clear they didn’t want to talk to me.) The simple five-bedroom house Todd built is a now a two-building compound—one for him, one for her, reflecting their differing tastes and ambitions. We opened the door to Todd’s annex, revealing a hangar as big as a professional basketball court. “Todd’s plane isn’t here,” Jim said. “He must be out flying it somewhere.” We walked upstairs to Sarah’s domain, a luxe office/studio with a podium framed by a view of Lake Lucille and a professional television camera aimed in its direction. “Sarah makes her broadcasts from here,” Jim said. “That big satellite dish you saw in the yard was installed by Fox News.”

Let me get this straight. You can just walk around the gate like it is not even there, find an unlocked door into the main house, and simply enter the Palin Compound without anybody noticing or stopping you?  Well so much for all of that talk about receiving dozens of death threats and feeling terrified of stalkers!

By the way I especially love this part, "The simple five-bedroom house Todd built is a now a two-building compound—one for him, one for her, reflecting their differing tastes and ambitions."

Oh yeah, THAT is a loving couple!  Go ahead Palin-bots, tell me again how my Splitsville post back in August of 2009, was "all made up!"  And by the way, it is no surprise that Jim Palin and this reporter did not find anybody home, since I have been told that Sarah is spending as little time in Alaska as possible these days. (Which by the way, is ALSO something I predicted in that post back in 2009.)

The article almost makes it sound as if the compound is abandoned. I wonder how much time any of the family actually spend there these days?

We know Bristol is rarely in Wasilla since she bought that place in Arizona, and Sarah has been doing her Fox reports from around Bristol's place in Maricopa recently as well.

Nobody has seen Willow, Piper, or Trig in months so they could be anywhere. (Though we know Willow was in Alaska on May, 12 when she received a ticket for driving 10 to 19 miles over the speed limit.)  And Todd only seems to show up for photo-ops once in awhile to help provide the facade of the happy political couple.

Just another addition of "Things that make you go, Hmmm."