A dynamic duo for the end of the world.
Loco Lobo
Sarah we all know. We are forced to know. Like any reality TV celebrity that the masses haven't yet gotten enough of. (Or have gotten enough of, and feed off their envy/disgust.)
Lambert is Elizabeth. "The dirtiest soccer player of all time." That's right, the loco-Lobo, who thanks for youtube virality has become a household image, if not a name. Loco Lobo: The Video.
You know, the hairpuller, the backpuncher, the Kill Bill assassin of women's collegiate soccer.
She plays defender. According to her own statements, she can't believe that she is the same person who pulled an opponent to the ground by her pony-tail--as slick as in the movies, moving off like a tiger shark, almost oblivious, after the deed.
As Mr. Quint said, "they've got dead eyes like a doll's." Sharks, that is.
But Lambert does seem to show some remorse, if not self-awareness. She's only twenty, I guess. She has another year of eligibility to think about. Maybe anger management will help save her scholarship.
Of course that brings us back to Palin. Another predator. A succubus who incites and thrives upon rage and undirected anger. The life of the tea-party set who are angry with . . . with . . . the gubmint.
Yeah, the gubmint.
We need fiscal responsibility, we need Ronald Reagan, we need smalltown values. We need prayer in schools. We need guns under the bed. We need that sweet sweet Jesus to smite our enemies.
Turn the other cheek? You kiddin' me? We need a bigger army and a bigger fence around the nation. Too many illegals slipping in.
Kill all the bastards! Let God sort 'em out.
Palin and Lambert. Sarah and Elizabeth. The inappropriately titillating Kali Ma calling us all to the dance of destruction. The viral sideshow, the ancient rage stoked electronically, to keep the herd dancing around the fire. Hands and faces bloody. Calling out for a victim. Calling out for the victim's heart.
Because in this game, in order to win you must eat the heart of your enemy.