Cintra Wilson, a San Francisco playwright relocated to New York, perfectly expresses in Salon.com the incoherent rage of the bicoastal elite:
Sarah Palin is a bit comical, like one of those cutthroat Texas cheerleader stage moms. What her Down syndrome baby and pregnant teenage daughter unequivocally prove, however, is that her most beloved child is the antiabortion platform that ensures her own political ambitions with the conservative right. The throat she’s so hot to cut is that of all American women. . . .
As a woman who does not believe what Palin believes, the thought of such an opportunistic anti-female in the White House — in the Cheney chair, no less — is akin to ideological brain rape. What this Republican blowup doll does with her own insides in accord with her own faith is her business. But, like the worst and most terrifying of religious extremists, she seems very comfortable with the idea of imposing her own views on everyone else.
The Sarah Palin of Wilson’s imagination, of course, bears no resemblance to the actual Sarah Palin. What is fascinating is Wilson’s radical feminist conception of true womanhood — “I abort, therefore I am” — that necessarily renders Palin as an unwoman, a “Republican blowup doll” or, as Wilson also calls her, “a Christian Stepford wife.”