The Invisible Baby

All right, you bloggers out there, it's time for you to wake up and smell the manure that's being shoveled over the invisible baby that Bristol Palin has supposedly brought into this world ten days ago. The national media isn't going to expose this sham because many of us know that someone has already been paid off. We haven't seen a real birth announcement, or baby pictures, or proud parents or grandparents, or even the typical lighter story from a local newspaper. All we have seen is a stinking press release that has been copied and pasted all over the print media and the internet, usually accompanied by a lovely photo of the acclaimed proud parents taken on or near the time of The 2008 Republican National Convention! Look at the Secret Service men behind Levi and Bristol in the photo. This was taken on September 3, 2008, and this is one of several versions that pop up if you search for a photo of Tripp Palin. Every picture that appears with an article supposedly about this baby's birth has been taken either at the same time as this one or is a shot from the RNC after the Republican taxpayers have paid to put a dark blue suit on this redneck punk. Where is the reality, people? If this was the latest kid from the union of any other celebrity couple, the papparazzi would be hanging from the trees! The proud parents might be harried, or even downright incensed, by the media attention, but the accompanying photos would actually have been taken after the birth had occurred.

I am not a conspiracy theorist. I don't believe that U. S. forces of any sort brought down the twin towers or that aliens are hiding in Roswell or that The Holocaust or the moon landing never happened. I am not trying to build an argument that the legendary flights of a very pregnant Sarah Palin could not have happened. I am not saying that either a too-young or too-old mother is more likely than the other to give birth to a Downs' Syndrome child. What I am talking about is not what is there, but what isn't.

Where the f**k is Trig's birth certificate? Where is the underpaid orderly from the hospital who knows who actually mothered Trig? Why did Bristol have to be thrown under the bus? Where are the official birth announcements of both Trig and Tripp? Why aren't the Christian Evangelicals' heads exploding because there hasn't even been a wedding yet? Why is it that absolutely nothing that has ever been stated by the Wolfkiller Witch of Alaska turned out to be the complete, actual truth? How can there have been video shot of the two young hillbilly punks smoking a bong a few years ago in their mid-teens and nobody is even mentioning its existence? The witch herself got knocked up and immediately eloped to make an honest baby out of Track, yet the Levi/Bristol bullhockey is being slung all over America with nary a whimper of disbelief.

Although I view the witch as being as power-mad as a Hitler in heels, and I want her discredited ASAP before she gets in power, pushes the red button, and then whines that God made me do it, I did not really think that Trig was not her child back in September. At that time, although I certainly wanted to believe it, I logically thought the whole concept of a faked pregnancy in the governor's office just too big a farce to be taken seriously. Now ten days after the supposed birth of Tripp, I become more skeptical every day. As with the invisible hospital birth announcement and birth certificate of Trig, this rumor about Tripp could easily be halted dead in its tracks, too, but the fact is that it has not been quieted by utilizing any number of common methods. There could be an official birth announcement, a verification from a hospital employee, a photo of the proud parents leaving the hospital holding a blue blanket, a photo of Tripp himself, or even a current photo of the parents giving the papparazzi the bird, as they run and hide from the cameras, just as so many celebrities have been known to do in the past. Any of these could bring a logical reality to this farce, scam, lie, devious plan, bullcrap, or whatever you want to call it. All I ask is that you call it something. Since when is a press release the truth?

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