Interesting and humourous interview with Gov. Sarah Palin

A Truly false interview
Gov Sarah Palin


Anchorage at this time of the year, late Fall, has its own charm and beauty. Framed by the Chugach blue-colored mountain range and a busy port nesting in the Cook Inlet, it is the entry to the largest state in the US and the closest area to Russia through the Bering Sea. It was nice to be back in Anchorage after several years even if the purpose of the trip was not exactly a ‘gimme’.
The result of the 2008 elections were liable to introduce a bit of bitterness in the character of Sarah Palin, the Alaskan candidate for the Vice Presidency. A personal interview at this time did not suggest the most appropriate atmosphere.
In her place, I would have been disappointed, bitter and even mad to have lost a chance for such important post. You just don’t flirt with history and not feel the pain if you are turned down! She suggested that we meet at Ginocchio’s. that famed Italian restaurant around the corner from the Ritz.
“It is better to meet away from the Governor’s mansion.” She said to me over the telephone. “I seem to attract more people these days than flies chasing the manure spreaders in the valley!”
As we sat down in a discreet corner of the dining room, at Ginocchios with a Campari and Soda in front of us, she continued:
“Even my secretary keeps asking me for some quotes she can use in the book she is writing about me and the 2012 elections.”
She is a handsome woman, meaning that there is natural beauty combined with maturity and no excuses about herself. She was wearing jeans, a Football sweatshirt, a simple cashmere scarf, a military three quarter jacket and simple moose leather boots. And a pleasant smile.
I looked at her as deeply as her eye glasses would allow and asked:
“Mrs. Palin, are you glad it is over? Has it been worth it?”
She laughed and still holding up my staring eyes, replied:
“Call me Sarah and I’ll call you George since you remind me of Clooney. And yes, I am glad it is over. Was the thing worth it? Of course. where could you get those lovely pieces from Morgan’s, Castrini, Di Stefano, Louie Bleseres or Antonio Mendoza? And those fabulous shoes from Alcatoni, Hashers, Zellner and Simonson’s?”
“Guess you are right. Between you and Senator McCain’s wife Cindy, you provided the American public with a high level fashion show that somehow elicited dirty looks directed at many husbands from wives who envied such lovely clothes and the ladies who wore them with such grace and elegance!”
She laughed and observed in a sad tone:
“I felt sorry for dear old John, or Pappy John as I called him affectionately.”
“Why was that?’
“He and that gang of school dropouts that call themselves the ‘staff’, kept trying so hard to knock Obama down and kept dreaming up all kind of absurd schemes and compose nasty observations and comments.”
“Yes, we all noticed that. But, Sarah, you were the infantry or the first offensive line in the entire campaign. You also dreamed up a few things on your own, not that there is anything wrong with that!”
‘Bull! She exploded. “Those bastard had me programmed as an automatic toilet paper dispenser! “
“What did Pappy John have to say?”
“I think he did not notice. From the first day, he spent practically all his time working on a manuscript and barely bothered to take his 37 pills every two ours!”
“A manuscript?’
“Yes, darling, a manuscript.”
“About what?”
“His concession speech!”