The LA Times has an article about finding the elusive Joe Six-Pack that Sarah Palin is so fond of addressing: http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/sports_blog/2008/10/is-sarah-palin.html
What I found so refreshing about this article was the following comment. I’ve been reading the various comments people are making on news websites, and I’ve been fairly depressed about the mud-slinging and downright idiotic commentary exhibited in the public sphere. But this comment gave me hope for humanity. Thank you Terry Kalil of Detroit Lakes, Minnesota:
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Thank you LA Times for raising this important question. I’ve been trying to solve the Joe 6-pack riddle too. I don’t know quite who to picture — Joe-with-a-beer-gut or Joe-the dreamy-hunk-with-6-pack-abs. So, I set out to find Joe here in northern Minnesota.
I started with Al, the guy who pumps my septic tank. Maybe he knows Joe. Nope. Turns out he’s offended by the sexist characterization. He’s too busy driving the poop-mobile and chopping firewood before the long winter sets in to hang out in either the bar or the gym. He’s also very determined when he says he can’t afford 4 more years of George Bush.
Then I asked a friend’s husband if he knew Joe. He’s a Republican so surely he must, right? Nope. He works 60 hours a week and was busy cutting down a dead oak tree for firewood. He’s also well-educated, articulate, financially successful and a former teacher. Gosh darn it, he doesn’t know Joe either but, on behalf of teachers everywhere, he asks that we pronounce all the letters included in the spelling of words, especially those pesky “g’s”.
Okay, so maybe rural Minnesota is suffering from a dearth of Joe’s. So, I called my 25-yr. old nephew in Minneapolis, thinking maybe Joe’s a hip younger guy hanging out in the big city. Billy wasn’t out chopping firewood but he joins the ranks of the unemployed in a week so he’s looking for work. (Anyone need a gifted chef?) He and his crew were also talking about Joe while enjoying a 6-pack. No Joe there but then what did I expect? These guys ride their bicycles everywhere to save money and the planet. They grow vegetables, care about the environment, and just try to get by on very little money.
One last stop before I abandon my quest to find this Joe 6-pack. My 81-year old friend Myron. Granted the gym-rat buff version of Joe 6-pack likely doesn’t hang out at the Senior Center but maybe his Grandpa does. “What was that?” were his first words when asked if he watched the debate. Clueless, I asked for clarification. “It looked like she was having a seizure or spasm or a tic.” No, Myron, you dear man. That was our Vice-Presidential hopeful (and hopeless) Sara. Myron is a man of modest means who worked very hard all his life. Surely he’s run across Joe along the way. “I couldn’t figure out what she was saying and who she was talking about,” he replied, “and why does she talk funny?”
There’s only one conclusion I can draw from my quest to find this elusive Joe who seems to be commanding so much of Ms. Palin’s time and attention. Like so much of what she says, it’s just more empty words from a woman who neither reads or listens. A woman who thinks all mothers want their children to speak poorly and believes that treating the Office of the President like it’s a reality TV show certainly can not represent the best of America.
Then again, if Sara Palin is speaking directly to Joe 6-pack and he doesn’t really exist, isn’t that a little like a tree falling in the woods? O, is that expression a bear defecating in those same woods? Wait a minute… we don’t have any woods or any bears and man is not responsible for global warming.
Sara Palin — please stop insulting the men of Minnesota with your sexist discriminatory comments! They don’t appreciate it and neither do the women who would rise up en-masse if a candidate for the highest office in our country referred to them as “Betty Big Butt.”
A belated thank you to the LA Times for giving us all a checklist to use in locating Joe!
Terry Kalil
Detroit Lakes MN