"One year, while stalking sheep, I disappeared. I was
only about eight years old..."

Below is the commentary on the next page of Going Rogue. I would just like to add this citation from our Sarah. It is from an interview she granted to "People" magazine; I do not have the exact date at hand, only the following words:

Sarah to "People": "I'm a voracious reader, always have been...I think that comes from growing up in a family of schoolteachers also where reading and seizing educational opportunities was top on my parents' agenda."

"People" to Sarah: "What do you like to read?"

Sarah to "People": "Autobiographies, historical pieces--really, anything and everything. Besides the kids and sports, reading is my favorite thing to do."

And the wicked, wretched minions of barack obama dared, and continue to dare, to attack our beautiful lady as illiterate, as someone who does not, nay cannot, read!!!!! We must war against them unceasingly, to vindicate her honor and sacred TRUTH. It is a duty of piety; it is a duty of justice; it is a duty of love:

My friends and brothers/sisters-in-arms: DRAW SWORDS!!!!!

God bless you all!--I shall see you again later on this week.

Sarah Domination 2010; SARAH 2012!!!!

And now for the commentary...

At the top of p.19 of Going Rogue, Sarah makes a humorous remark that is likely to drive the humorless, grim, unlovely, unsmiling, tree-hugging, tree-loving, animal-loving, human-being-hating far-Lefties crazy...good for her!! The context is her remark, "I love meat," which I discussed in the commentary on p.18. Sarah goes on to specify various kinds of meat that she likes. She adds that she has a particular fondness for moose and caribou.

Then, as we flip over from p.18 to p.19, we read the following, "I always remind people from outside our state that there's plenty of room for all Alaska's animals--right next to the mashed potatoes."

Oh, how these words will drive the wolf-lovers, the fish-lovers, the commie "greens," the self-righteous "environmentalists," nuts; again, I say, GOOD FOR HER!!!

Next, further on down the page, come some words that deserve a few remarks. Sarah says:

"At the national park, we'd dress in white sweatshirts and quietly, carefully, creep near herds of majestic dall sheep with their thick curled horns. We weren't to bother the sheep, just get close, be still...and enjoy. It was one way Dad taught us to appreciate the pristine beauty and wildlife of Alaska."

Behold the wisdom of Sarah's wonderful dad!! In this noisy, this bustling, this busy, busy world, we must sometimes close our mouths, close our egos, close our pride, and open up our hearts and spirits and souls, and in SILENCE AND HUMILITY contemplate the beauty of creation and of creation's God!!

Finally, towards the bottom of p.19 we find the following words that may remind some of the loss and finding of the child Jesus in the temple at Jerusalem: Mary and Joseph must have thought He was gone forever...oh, the agony that the hearts of parents can suffer!! The words are as follows:

"One year, while stalking sheep, I disappeared. I was only about eight years old, and for a couple of anxious hours of climbing hillsides and calling my name, no one could find me on the crags and snowpack. Finally, Dad found me--sound asleep in the sunshine on a rocky slope near a grazing herd. While watching the animals, I had simply dozed off, camouflaged in a sweatshirt as white as the sheep were, so no one could spot me, even with binoculars. Dad said he played it cool while I was lost, but inside, he was pretty frantic."

Imagine the woeful scene; trace its heart-rending lineaments in the vaulted chamber of spirit and soul; let it echo and resound in Yeats' "deep heart's core." It holds and grips and tears away at my heart, even with the anodyne distance and passage of well-nigh unto forty years, to even think about it...the repeated cries of her family (guys, real men can cry, I think--at any rate, I am not ashamed to tell you all that my eyes are not dry as I type this!!)--the repeated cries and shouts:

"SARAH, SARAH, SARAH, where are you, where are you, where are you....?!?"--hope fading.......hope fading as grim minutes slipped remorselessly into pitiless hours..........They must have thought their treasure was gone forever....... But the Good Lord, in His gracious kindness, the Good, Good Lord, decreed otherwise. They had found her.
My friends, we too were perhaps tempted, for a brief, despairing instant and for a little spot of time, to think, on the fell, grim night of 28 August, 2008, when the silver-tongued devil, barack obama, delivered his DNC acceptance speech in Denver, we too were perhaps tempted to think that we had lost the United States of America...forever.

But NO, NO: Hark to the dawn's early light; hark to the trumpet's clarion call of sunrise and of morning's splendor on the glorious 29th. Just as Chuck and Sally found Sarah on that happy day almost forty turnings of the years ago, so we too found her, and found our country again, on Sarah Palin Day, 29 August, 2008.


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Other Great Going Rogue Reviews:

Jedediah Bila:

"Palin’s inviting first-person narration that is sometimes whimsical, often confident, and always patriotic...Going Rogue is truly one of those reads in which you put the book down after your eyes graze the final lines and you somehow feel like the writer is someone you’ve known all your life."
John Ziegler:

"I was simply blown away by Going Rogue on almost every level. For many reasons, this is by far the best book and greatest literary achievement by a political figure in my lifetime..."
Brigadier General Anthony J. Tata:
"Her book washes away all doubts that any reader might have had about her readiness to be president. She comes across as exceptionally bright, dedicated, and passionate about public service. Her moral compass is strong, pointing true North in this case. And she has a wicked sense of humor."
Don Surber:
"Conservatives know why Palin is still standing — and standing taller today than those who tried to bring her down. What does not kill you makes you stronger. Thank you, Tina Fey."

Sarah Palin is Coming to Town

Review by Stanley Fish:

When I walked into the Strand Bookstore in Manhattan last week, I headed straight for the bright young thing who wore an “Ask Me” button, and asked her to point me to the section of the store where I might find Sarah Palin’s memoir, “Going Rogue: An American Life.” She looked at me as if I had requested a copy of “Mein Kampf” signed in blood by the author....

A few days later...I had begun reading Palin’s book, and while I wouldn’t count myself a fan in the sense of being a supporter, I found it compelling and very well done....

First, the art. The book has an architectonic structure that is built around a single moment, the moment when Palin receives a call from John McCain inviting her to be the vice-presidential candidate of the Republican party. When we first hear about the call it is as much a surprise to us as it was (at least as reported) to her, because for six pages she has been recounting a wonderful family outing at the Alaska State Fair. When her phone rings, she hopes it might be a call from her son Track, a soldier soon to deploy to Iraq, but “it was Senator John McCain asking if I wanted to help him change history.”

And that’s the last we hear of it for 200 pages. In between we hear a lot about Wasilla, high school, basketball, college, marriage, children, Down syndrome, Alaska politics, the environment, a daughter’s pregnancy. The re-entry of John McCain into the narrative on page 208 introduces Palin’s account of the presidential campaign and its aftermath, especially her decision to resign the governorship before the end of her term....

Paradoxically, the effect of the neatly spaced references to the call is to de-emphasize it as a dramatic moment. It is presented not as a climax, but as an interruption of matters more central to Palin’s abiding concerns — her family, Alaska’s prosperity, energy policy. (She loves to rehearse the kind of wonkish details we associate with Hillary Clinton, whom she admires.)

Indeed, it is a feature of this narrative that events we might have expected to be foregrounded are elided or passed over. Palin introduced herself to the nation with a powerful, electrifying speech accepting McCain’s invitation to join the ticket. It gets half a sentence (“I gave my speech”)....

The only event that receives an extended discussion is her resignation. It is important to her because as an act it reflects on her integrity, and she has to be sure (as she eventually was) that she was doing it for the right reasons.

Resigning was a moral act for which she was responsible. The vice-presidential candidacy just happened to her; her account of it reads like an extended “what-I-did-on-my summer-and fall-vacation” essay.

For many politicians, family life is sandwiched in between long hours in public service. Palin wants us to know that for her it is the reverse. Political success is an accident that says nothing about you. Success as a wife, mother and citizen says everything...

I find the voice undeniably authentic...It is the voice of small-town America, with its folk wisdom, regional pride, common sense, distrust of rhetoric (itself a rhetorical trope), love of country and instinctive (not doctrinal) piety.

It says, here are some of the great things that have happened to me, but they are not what makes my life great and American. (“An American life is an extraordinary life.”) It says, don’t you agree with me that family, freedom and the beauties of nature are what sustain us?

And it also says, vote for me next time. For it is the voice of a politician, of the little girl who thought she could fly, tried it, scraped her knees, dusted herself off and “kept walking.”

In the end, perseverance, the ability to absorb defeat without falling into defeatism, is the key to Palin’s character. It’s what makes her run in both senses of the word and it is no accident that the physical act of running is throughout the book the metaphor for joy and real life. Her handlers in the McCain campaign wouldn’t let her run (a mistake, I think, even at the level of photo-op), no doubt because they feared another opportunity to go “off script,” to “go rogue.”

But run she does (and falls, but so what?), and when it is all over and she has lost the vice presidency and resigned the governorship, she goes on a long run and rehearses in her mind the eventful year she has chronicled. And as she runs, she achieves equilibrium and hope: “We’ve been through amazing days, and really, there wasn’t one thing to complain about. I feel such freedom, such hope, such thankfulness for our country, a place where nothing is hopeless.”

The message is clear. America can’t be stopped. I can’t be stopped. I’ve stumbled and fallen, but I always get up and run again. Her political opponents, especially those who dismissed Ronald Reagan before he was elected, should take note. Wherever you are, you better watch out. Sarah Palin is coming to town.

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