Sarah Palin, SuperMom of Her Country?

Liberals in the U.S. are astounded at how the Sarah Palin Express has roared out of the station. It’s all Sarah all the time, from this blog to Saturday Night Live, where Tina Fey came back on Sept. 13 and impersonated the Republican vice-presidential nominee to great acclaim.

With her triple Aquarius conjunction in Sun/Mars/Saturn on the U.S. Moon, Sarah Palin is emerging as the SuperMom of her country. Why? Because she and her family mirror the concerns of working-class Americans who are clamoring for recognition with Saturn in Virgo.

The Palins are like many American families, struggling to balance work and home life and not always succeeding. We relate to their troubles. The more dirt that the media unearths about the Palins, the more sympathy they generate for the clan. Who among us would want reporters and bloggers putting our lives under the microscope and exposing all of our petty — and not so petty — crimes?

Why do we want someone like us in the White House, or in Palin’s case, a heartbeat away from 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.? Because we’re a Cancer country and we want to be mirrored. For those who don’t know the psychological jargon, mirroring is something babies want from their mothers.

It’s something we often do unconsciously, which has a lot do with the Moon, the ruler of Cancer. Do you ever notice that you’re crossing your leg or holding your hand in the same position as the person who’s talking to you? You’re mirroring that person.

Remember how George W. Bush was able to persuade Wal-Mart shoppers and Nascar fans that he was just like them by dropping his g’s and coming up with cute nicknames for everybody, even though he is a member of a political dynasty? With his Cancer Sun, mirroring America came naturally to Dubya.

We want someone who looks and acts like us because we’re still infants in our psychological development as a country, a topic I’ve posted about in the past.

That’s why Americans are famous for traveling to exotic places and then complaining how things aren’t the way they are at home. Unfortunately, thanks to globalization and American imperialism, things are increasingly the same overseas as they are here, but that’s another post.

Let’s put aside the fact that GOP Presidential nominee John McCain, a war hero who survived torture and imprisonment (most of us could not do that), is married to a millionaire who is clearly not one of us. I know his name is first on the ticket, but that’s not who’s got everybody worked up into a frenzy.

Unlike the Bushes, the Palins don’t have to pretend to be one of us. As astrological bloggers such as AstroBarry have pointed out, the Palin story has something for everyone.

First, we have Sarah, the hockey mom and PTA activist who became a small-town mayor and then the governor of Alaska. Like a good Mom, she doled out goodies to the kids — $1,500 checks to Alaska residents, their windfall from the skyrocketing profits that oil companies have made in the resource-rich 49th state.

Sarah’s married to high-school sweetheart Todd, known as the “First Dude.” He’s a commercial fisherman and oil industry worker that the vice-presidential nominee calls “my guy.” Sarah may be known as “Sarah Barracuda” from her years as a high school basketball star, but Todd Palin is a champion snowmobile racer with no shortage of good looks and testosterone. He’s also part Eskimo, so the Palins have the ethnic thing covered.

Sarah’s tough, but Todd wears the insulated pants in the family.

Their son Track Palin, 18, is being hailed as a hero after deploying to Iraq on Sept. 11, but browse the blogs and you’ll find allegations that he vandalized school buses. He was underage when the incident allegedly happened so his name was not revealed in the press, but one of his partners in crime has pointed the finger at him. Now, media sources are disputing these rumors, as commenter Sasha points out below.

Track Palin’s sudden deployment reminds me of the Bruce Springsteen ditty, Born in the USA: “Got in a little hometown jam, so they put a rifle in my hand”

On to the rest of the Palin kids. We all know that 17-year-old Bristol Palin is five months pregnant and her parents are promising she’ll marry the father of the baby, Levi Johnston, whom the press has dubbed Bristol’s “Baby Daddy.”

Rounding out the family are daughters Willow, 14, and Piper, 7, who have been taking turns babysitting their new baby brother Trig, who was born in April with Down syndrome, while Mom hits the campaign trail. Even though she knew in advance that Trig had an extra 21st chromosome (the cause of Down syndrome), abortion was not an option for Palin, who doesn’t believe in it except for when the mother’s life is in danger.
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I think some former Hillary supporters who are pro-choice and pro-gay are secretly planning to vote for McCain because of Sarah. Don’t underestimate her appeal among working moms who feel they don’t get their due. They may not agree with all of Sarah’s actions (many of which appear to be clothed in half-truths), but they want her to win. She’s one of them.

A lot of Wal-Mart Moms liked Hillary, especially at the end of the campaign when she found her groove and settled into the persona that Maureen Dowd of The New York Times dubbed the “Scranton gal.” And those Wal-Mart Moms aren’t going to vote for Obama because they don’t like the way he treated their gal.

Hillary’s desire to be all things to all voters ended up confusing them. If she had started with the Scranton gal script and stuck to it, she would have been better off, as Dowd has pointed out.

As much as Hillary genuinely cares about the welfare of American families and has spent her life working on behalf of children, voters couldn’t identify with her. They didn’t really know who she is, an issue that’s also dogging Barack Obama. We saw Hillary eating corn dogs at the county fair, but we knew she’d never opened a can of Dinty Moore’s beef stew for dinner. Sarah Palin might.

Did Hillary cook for her Bill and Chelsea? I suppose she did, though the media reported that Bill Clinton, pre-heart attack, subsisted on a diet of Big Macs and late-night pizza, the way many of us do.

It was interesting how aristocratic white male Southerners hated Bill’s humble roots. They couldn’t believe that a “Bubba” got elected President. But that persona struck such a chord with the electorate that Bush had to pretend to be a Bubba himself.

Here’s how we can resolve our fascination with the Palin clan: Someone should make a reality TV series about them, akin to American Family, the PBS documentary about the Louds that aired in the early 1970s. Maybe one of the Palins will come out of the closet the way that Lance Loud did on TV. Then the Palins really would have something for everyone. (Sadly, Lance Loud died of AIDS-related complications in 2001.)

If I’m dating myself with this Seventies nostalgia, then the Palins could be the subject of a reality TV show like the one about Ozzy and Sharon Osbourne and their dysfunctional kids.

My mind runs wild about the twists and turns that their lives could take: Track brings an Iraqi bride home to Alaska (in the reality TV show, they have to stay in Alaska), while Willow discovers oil in the backyard in Wassila. It turns out that “Baby Daddy” isn’t the father of Bristol’s child, it’s really his best friend. The possibilities are endless in this real-life soap opera.

Wouldn’t it be great to see how the story turns out for this energetic and attractive bunch without being subjected to their conservative agenda?