2024 Election

Mother of MAGA: Sarah Palin Is P*ssed Off After Trump Doesn’t Pick Her for His Cabinet

He's hired every other idiot who lives close enough to work for him.

The original Queen of Mean, Sarah Palin, is not taking to kindly to being snubbed by Donald Trump. Oh, he still has nice words for her here and there. But there’s apparently no room at the top for her anymore.

Back in 2016, Palin was one of the only Republicans to back Trump immediately and consistently when other members of the GOP still opposed him (like his Vice President and his new Secretary of State).

That could have had something to do with the fact that she was an OG in the Tea Party, the pre-MAGA poster children for white grievance. It could be that she saw a kindred spirit in his inability to speak above a 5th-grade level. Whatever the case was, Trump promised her a spot as Secretary of the Interior.

Of course, that promise was fulfilled just as quickly as the promise to build a wall across the entire southern border and make Mexico pay for it: On the 37th of Neverember, 2017.

Perhaps misunderstanding Trump’s intent, she never quite figured out that he initially picked her for that role because she was the former governor of the state that contains the Arctic National Wildlife Reserve, where Trump wanted to drill, baby, drill just as bad as she did.

And Trump has been nothing if not consistent in his efforts to pick candidates based on a singular qualification: Owning the libs. He couldn’t put her in a position of power for REAL, lest people think he got one of his hare-brained ideas from a (GASP!) girl, either.

But Miss Wasilla 1984 just didn’t have current enough beauty pageant wins to make Donald want to put her in his Cabinet, if you know what I mean.

So Sarah Barracuda took it personally this time. She spent the weekend posting messages from her supporters lamenting the fact that Trump had passed her over entirely this time. On Sunday, she posted the phrase “And… another nominee announced!” followed by a screencap of one of her fans asking “What about you?”

She thanked that fan in the post, and went on to put up a mysterious selfie with the caption “Funny how politics work.” Well, don’tcha know.

Then, over on X, she summed it all up with a long rant by another fan who called her the “Mother of MAGA.” She captioned it “Big tent, big party, but know your history so America can repeat the good parts.”

In case you’re having trouble reading her bestie’s diatribe on that tweet, here it is:

The fan describes a weekend episode of Steve Bannon’s podcast The War Room in which the one-time Trump advisor was reminiscing about the good old days when we FIRST considered electing an abject moron to America’s highest office. They thought she should have been at the TOP of the ticket, instead of John McCain.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not defending Sarah Palin here. Hell, I got mad when she showed up to a Seahawks game in her blue and green Caribou Barbie getup, and I’m a Seattle sports fan — we’ll take all the fans we can get.

I’m just saying, she couldn’t think of the names of any magazines WAY before Trump couldn’t name any Bible verses. Let’s be real, in an incoming administration where the pick for Defense wants to go on Offense, where the pick for Middle East peace wants to achieve it through the obliteration of one side, where the pick for Attorney General is a dude who’s needed an attorney every day of his life because he can’t stop criming his criming ass off, maybe Sarah isn’t so far-fetched a pick.

And we all know that Donald Trump values loyalty over everything. Sarah Palin has been the ultimate Trump loyalist. She probably has a poster of him above her bed, which unfortunately is a thought I’m now going to think about for the rest of the day. Blech.

However, Trump may value loyalty, but that should never be mistaken for the idea that he himself is loyal to anyone other than Donald J. Trump. This is a man who would sell you his wife and children if he thought it would make him enough money to pay off all his debts and still let him rant-tweet from a golden toilet in the middle of the night.

You’ve heard it before, Sarah: Never meet your heroes. They’ll let you down every time.

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Andrew is a dark blue speck in deep red Central Washington, writing with the conviction of 18 years at the keyboard and too much politics to even stand. When not furiously stabbing the keys on breaking news stories, he writes poetry, prose, essays, haiku, lectures, stories for grief therapy, wedding ceremonies, detailed instructions on making doughnuts from canned biscuit dough (more sugar than cinnamon — duh), and equations to determine the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow. A girlfriend, a dog, two cats, and two birds round out the equation, and in his spare time, Drewbear likes to imagine what it must be like to have spare time.

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