Run Palin, Run

It's pretty awesome watching the chattering class try to figure out whether Sarah Palin is going to run in 2012. If anything, past serving as prologue should teach us that the normal rules of politics don't apply to Palin. She doesn't concern herself with interviews (or ideas) that don't involve Greta Van Susteren, she doesn't care much for serving out her term in office, she lowers herself to being victimized by baby daddies and late night talk show hosts, and she places a premium on peddling a book with her picture on it that she may or may not have already read:

So she is going to make a shitload of money just to show you who is extra special awesome. She is going to collect her royalty checks and her speaking fees and she is going to let people fly her around the country (first class or private jet), put her up in luxurious hotel suites, and take her to fabulous restaurants. She will have people standing by just waiting to run and fetch her a stack of fashion magazines (which ones? all of them!) and a skinny white mocha latte. And if the PNAC guys want her to run for office, hey, it’s their dime, and it sure beats the shit out of gutting fish, making moose jerky, and changing Trig diapers.

As God is her witness, she’s never going to settle for Wasilla again.

Damn straight. And because reality is how Palin perceives it, her actions shouldn't be interpreted in the same way as when reading the tea leaves dropped by other politicos. That's what happens when you have a 747 jet engine of ambition strapped to a brain that handles like a golf cart. Handicapping Palin's intention to run for the White House should be done with the same detachment with which she goes about reading up on policy; nothing garners more attention than a run for the presidency. So what the hell else would she do with her time? When George W. Bush was elected president he set down a marker that being interested in governing wasn't a prerequisite for the Republican base. Being interested in being president is all that mattered.