Sunday, August 16, 2009

Palin's Run


Sarah’s Ghoulish Carousel
By MAUREEN DOWD
Published: August 15, 2009

It's been weeks since Maureen Dowd has thrown out a really interesting pop-cultural reference, but when she returns to form, she does so in a big way with this week's Movies With Maureen® moment. Eschewing her typical chick flick and AMC genres, she goes straight for the high geek euthanasia touchstone.

She has successfully caricatured the White House health care effort, making it sound like the plot of the 1976 sci-fi movie “Logan’s Run,” about a post-apocalyptic society with limited resources where you can live only until age 30, when you must take part in an extermination ceremony called “Carousel” or flee the city.
It's good to know that Farrah Fawcett's biggest big screen triumph will live on in our memories forever.

Then Dowd doubles down with an even more obscure Separated At Birth call-out.


Painting the Giacometti-esque Emanuel as a creepy Dr. Death, Palin attacked him on her Facebook page a week ago, complaining that his “Orwellian thinking” could lead to a “death panel” with bureaucrats deciding whether to pull the plug on less hardy Americans.
You have to really know your Swiss surrealist sculptors to pull that one out of your butt. And just to prove this is no fluke she also throws in a bonus Movie Moment that doubles as an Alliteration Alert™.
So Newt took it upon himself to become Palin’s Pygmalion.
All I can say is: Maureen, welcome to Sanctuary.

1 comment:

Grace Nearing said...

The DNC should just outbid everybody for the services of Sarah Palin. Much as the creative gurus in Mad Men draw on the input of the gals in the typing and steno pools, the Dems should use Palin as a muse-in-reverse.

Sarah, they'll say, we're working on a reform plan for healthcare insurance. One area we're we can be more efficient is advance planning for end-of-life care.... Sarah screams, Death panels! My grandma! My Trig!

The Dems in the room look at each and nod. Got to get in front of this before it's even thought of, warns Sibelius.