It wasn’t enough that publicity hound Sarah Palin could see Russia from her kitchen window. Now she can see Joe McGinnis, the respected journalist and author of a great book about Alaska, “Going to Extremes.”
McGinnis, in proud journalistic fashion, has gone to extremes himself. To write about Palin for an unauthorized biography, he’s moved into the house next door. This is dedication: he’s going to live in Wasilla, Alaska for five months. Let’s give him a Pulitzer now.
How do we know McGinnis has moved in? The decision has totally rattled Palin’s cage. She issued an after midnight warning to him on Facebook. Talk about ‘doth protest too much.’ She freaked. It’s McGinnis 1, Palin 0. The text of Palin’s entry is below.
McGinnis is a real journalist in the old fashioned sense, which obviously scares the hoo-ha out of the Palins. He is famous for his 1969 book, “The Selling of the President 1968.” It’s still a great read, ripping apart Richard Nixon. And his “Fatal Vision,” which became a great TV movie, remains a true crime thriller breakthrough about how Jeffrey MacDonald killed his family in cold blood.
I had to laugh when I heard what McGinnis had done. It was a brilliant move, just like that little fandango last week when enterprising James Hibberd of the Hollywood Reporter waltzed undetected into the dress rehearsal for NBC’s fall show announcements and reported their schedule early. He was subsequently banned from the formal ceremony. This is called reporting, using shoe leather. Nicely done.
Joe McGinnis, good luck. And good luck to the Palins. This should be interesting. I’ll buy that book the minute it’s done.
Here’s Palin’s Facebook entry:
Spring has sprung in Alaska, and with this beautiful season comes the news today that the Palins have a new neighbor! Welcome, Joe McGinniss!
Yes, that Joe McGinniss. Here he is – about 15 feet away on the neighbor’s rented deck overlooking my children’s play area and my kitchen window. Maybe we’ll welcome him with a homemade blueberry pie tomorrow so he’ll know how friendly Alaskans are.
We found out the good news today. Upon my family’s return this morning from endorsement rallies and speeches in the Lower 48 states, I finally got the chance to tackle my garden and lawn this evening! So, putting on the shorts and tank top to catch that too-brief northern summer sun and placing a giddy Trig in his toddler backpack for a lawn-mowing adventure, I looked up in surprise to see a “new neighbor” overlooking my property just a stone’s throw away. Needless to say, our outdoor adventure ended quickly after Todd went to introduce himself to the stranger who was peering in…
Joe announced to Todd that he’s moved in right next door to us. He’s rented the place for the next five months or so. He moved up all the way from Massachusetts to live right next to us – while he writes a book about me. Knowing of his many other scathing pieces of “journalism” (including the bizarre anti-Palin administration oil development pieces that resulted in my Department of Natural Resources announcing that his work is the most twisted energy-related yellow journalism they’d ever encountered), we’re sure to have a doozey to look forward to with this treasure he’s penning. Wonder what kind of material he’ll gather while overlooking Piper’s bedroom, my little garden, and the family’s swimming hole?
Welcome, Joe! It’ll be a great summer – come borrow a cup of sugar if ever you need some sweetener. And you know what they say about “fences make for good neighbors”? Well, we’ll get started on that tall fence tomorrow, and I’ll try to keep Trig’s squeals down to a quiet giggle so we don’t disturb your peaceful summer. Enjoy!
– Sarah Palin