It Girl 
The McCain campaign practice of repeating lies even in the face of their refutation has spread to their apologists.
Even after National Treasure Thomas Frank blew up Sarah Palin’s Truman-homage-via-quoting-a-nut-who-wanted-FDR-dead, The Weekly Standard claims that “”So far no one has picked up on the significance of Palin’s invocation of Harry Truman in her convention speech.”
It’s all about the rise of natural aristocrats. Steven F. Hayward deploys a little Founder-Rama genuflection to Adams and Jefferson, then honers Truman [and Palin, in this alternative universe] by wheeling out one of the mustiest of nineties cliches:
Gettin’ It.
“Her reference was more than just a bridge to a heartland-versus-Beltway theme. Truman, recall, was the only president of the 20th century who was not a college graduate…In retrospect it is clear that Truman “got it.” He didn’t need any more “experience” to master the job. “
Pass the corn.
Bringing Sexy Back  
A discredited president had sapped the Nation’s spirits, as a seemingly endless war ground on with no resolution in site.
A hero arose to lift the people’s spirits. Never-mind that he was dead, and that the stories which inspired us were a tissue of lies – America loves a happy ending.
Can Ronald Reagan do for the Oughts what Harry Truman did for the Seventies? One Hollywood dream-weaver is determined to find out.
Republican hack of legend Lionel Chetwynd is launching a one man Ronald Reagan play, touring the provinces before filming the stage show for wide screen fun.
Dodgy, Yet Beloved 
The Truman industry launched in the wake Richard Nixon’s demise on the strength of Merle Miller’s Plain Speaking, the source of a thousand Harry Tales that can’t quite be verified.
Feist never fails. New Truman material is constantly arising to meet the Nation’s insatiable demand, and such is the legend’s strength that even discoveries of his mutterings about the Jews can’t tarnish the legend.
Who Would Sarah Shoot?  
The thrilling details of Sarah Palin’s Secret Service code name have been revealed to an anxious public, usually accompanied by boilerplate explaining how pretty Denali National Park is. Passed over in Palin’s moniker acceptance is her slap at our martyred 25th president.
Denali is the Native Alaskan name for Mount McKinley, the nation’s tallest peak.  
 Thoughtful Alaskans prefer Denali to the name imposed by the Colossus of The South.
We’ve all enjoyed the disproved allegations of Palin’s Alaska Independence Party membership, while pocketing her husband’s.
  Denali-ing aligns Palin with one of the weirder parts of the AIP legend, in which white, often immigrant Alaskans try to drape themselves in the rags of the oppressed natives.
Shuffled Off From Buffalo 
Buds 
Drowsyobserver has an excellent find from the Clinton Library, in which we discover the silver fox’s heretofore unexplored relationship with the beloved Tony Orlando of sitcom television, Tony Danza.
