She didn’t have to hang around
Ok, now back to the Supreme Domina, Mizz Palin, or as some have taken to calling her, the “Trophy Vice.” I can dig that.
As a quick aside and truth be told, there are more important and articulate writers and blogs such as Maureen Dowd and The Huffington Post offering up intelligent and thoughtful discourse on Mizz Palin.
I’m telling you right now, don’t expect that. The focus here is the vetting of Mizz Palin and her obvious dominatrix ways.
As we have seen, the Supreme Domina has risen to a position of power and quickly. Conventional wisdom (or to be accurate, misogynistic wisdom) would dictate that this was achieved through the subtle art of blow-jobs. I don’t see that. In fact, I don’t see the Supreme Domina giving blow-jobs at all, even to her husband, Todd “No Balls” Palin. And if she were to give a blow-job, I don’t think it would be very good – not with that curled sneer constantly on her face. What man would trust his cock in her mouth? No, the Supreme Domina would never deign to get on her knees to attain a better position in a job or to move up the political ranks.
I suspect, many a poor local jamoke up in Alaska were dying for a taste of Mizz Palin, and in return received a quick hand-job. I believe it was these very hand-jobs that stirred the dominate ways in Mizz Palin. Think about it, there’s the Supreme Domina, all dolled up in her business attire with a cock in her hand and the sudden realization, “Fuck, I’m in Charge Here.” It doesn’t take much folks. I imagine in those early days, office supplies such as staple removers and binder clips where the early torture toys for the Supreme Domina.
I’m glad to see we’re staying focused here. Since it’s so painfully obvious the McCain camp spent a grand total of five minutes vetting Mizz Palin, the lions’s share of this chore must fall on us. And while we’re being honest, I betcha four of those five vetting minutes were spent discussing the relative merits of her ass and whether or not it would stand the upcoming campaign trail pounding.
Yes, upon learning of the Domina’s ‘position’ on the GOP ticket, I too immediately wondered how many dorks she had to gobble for this gig. I mean, c’mon, you thought so too or you wouldn’t still be reading this blog entry. Sure, we all WANT to believe in that all-American wet-dream adage of “If you work hard, you can achieve your dreams.” But the reality is the tremendous amount of horizontal “vetting” (or kneeling, if you prefer) going on for most power positions in government, entertainment, and your more respected BDSM clubs.
But if it wasn’t blow-jobs that earned Sarah the No. 2 spot, then what? How did she go from a vacuous moose-shooting hockey-mom nobody to a 50% shot at Vice Prez of this country? And getting the job in what appears to be literally a matter of minutes? As Supreme Domina, it’s not cuz she spread those generous thighs and offered up her Alaskan Cream Pie, smorgy-style, to the good ol’ boys of the GOP. Sure, you can say it was fate (bullshit), or the serendipitous machinations of the democratic political process (Bullshit!), or that she was McCain’s last possible choice because there were no other takers for this crappy bootlicking gig (BULLSHIT!). Folks, this is truly a mind-boggling question.
Cornboy’s two cents? In addition to being the Supreme Domina, Sarah Palin is also a Witch. Not a bitch-witch, but the real thing – broomstick, Book of Spells, black cat, and pointy hat. It’s the only answer. Everyone she comes in contact with seems to glaze right the hell over. Check it out for yourself – DNC replays, public appearances, campaign trail speaking engagements – all video footage shows legions of people just staring at her. The women in what appears to be utter disbelief, and the men just flat-out staring at her tits. And her ass too. She’s cast a spell and it’s working.
We’re in trouble here. She’s a witch with a whip, a cackling shrieking nightmare morphed into a shrill hockey-mom bimbo dominatrix. Fortunately, Cornboy takes a variety of medications every day in order to ward off witches, Supreme Dominas, Catholic priests and the IRS.
You are hereby advised to do the same. Take two right now and call Cornboy in the morning.