My chronic sinking feeling revved up a little when I saw this in the news.
Sarah Palin has dropped another hint of her intention to run for the White House in 2012, dispatching aides to scope out office space in Iowa, the first stop in the presidential race.
She’s got name recognition, and she’s a seemingly limitless source of comical misstatements and bumbling hijinks. This apparently is all it takes to become a viable political candidate in the new millennium.
She shares all these attributes with popular characters like Tony the Tiger, Chester Cheetah, Ronald McDonald and the Keebler elves. Once I figured that out, it was easy to see what her place is in the pop culture landscape. She’s a cartoon mascot. The trademarked product-identification character of the GOP. She’s the perky face of greater corporate control. She makes giving big business greater control over your life as appealing as a Big Mac or a bowl of Froot Loops. She’s a brand name, and she has about as much to do with good government as Chester Cheetah has with good nutrition.
Here’s my problem with this. I like having Cheetos now and then. But I never mistake them for actual food, and I’m not about to put Chester Cheetah in charge of my nutrition plan.