The reporters who are speeding, tailgating, cutting off other cars, blasting through roundabouts and passing on the right in an effort to keep up, say they have no other choice since they never know what Palin’s up to or where she’s headed — and aides typically won’t tell them anything. Once they’re on the road, they’re filing urgent updates by phone and figuring out unorthodox bathroom breaks, like the reporter who pulled over to relieve himself on the side of the highway going from Gettysburg, Pa., to Philadelphia — drawing notice from both Palin aides and the rest of the trailing press.
“It’s like paparazzi,” said one reporter who followed Palin to the Thursday evening clambake. “It’s like following Princess Diana.”
The difference between these paparazzi and Princess Diana’s paparazzi is that Sarah has a great big honkin’ bus. If they sideswipe Sarah’s bus she might not even notice.
The “journalists” keep telling everybody who will listen (less and less by the day as it were) that Palin has delusions of grandeur, is irrelevant, is stupid, etc. etc. ad infinitum. Yet the media keep following her, writing about her every move, and their readers keep clicking and commenting.
At some point isn’t all the attention proof of actual grandeur?
It’s really quite amusing.
I love the fact that this whole tour is being driven by social media.