Theatre, arts, culture, politics, and snark from a practicing playwright and recovering journalist.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Don't Know, Don't Care
I got people asking me: Sarah Palin, she just up and quit? Why, why?
Well, I've thought about it for a couple days, and there are a range of possibilities.
One, another five-inch heel is about to drop, and she split before she had to quit.
Two, somehow she thinks this will help her in running for president in 2012, given that she can start making speeches and raising money and hanging out in Iowa now. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! You go, girl! (Shithead.)
Three, she's pregnant again, this time with the Weekly World News's alien baby.
Four, some enchanted evening, hers and Mark Sanford's eyes met across a crowded room at some Rotarian rubber chicken dinner.
Five, she's in deep mourning for Michael Jackson and just can't go on, man!
But the one I'm leaning towards is six, she's just plain batshit crazy, and boy are we lucky she never became vice-president. To wit: WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING JOHN MCCAIN? WAS THIS THE ULTIMATE END RESULT OF SOME FIENDISHLY CLEVER MANCHURIAN CANDIDATE INDOCTRINATION IN A NORTH VIETNAMESE PRISON CAMP?
Whatever. Bye, Sarah. Don't let the door hit ya where the....
Steve Patterson has written over 50 plays, with works staged in Portland, Los Angeles, Chicago, Detroit, Austin, Tampa, and other U.S. cities as well as in Canada and New Zealand. His works include: Waiting on Sean Flynn, Next of Kin, Farmhouse, Malaria, Shelter, Altered States of America, The Continuing Adventures of Mr. Grandamnus, Bluer Than Midnight, Bombardment, Dead of Winter, and Delusion of Darkness. In 2006, his bittersweet Lost Wavelengths was a mainstage selection at Portland Center Stage's JAW/West festival, and, in 2008, won the Oregon Book Award (he also was an OBA finalist in 1992 and 2002). In 1997, he won the inaugural Portland Civic Theatre Guild Fellowship for his play Turquoise and Obsidian.