"Do you know who I am?"

by Pa Rock

Citizen Journalist

There was a party last month in Anchorage at a private home to celebrate the 50th birthday of former Alaska First Dude, Todd Palin.  The booze was flowing and the mouths were mouthing as the gathering eventually spilled out into the front yard for a good old fashioned drunken brawl.  Apparently Bristol managed to get in a few good licks with her impressive right hook, while Todd and his oldest son, Trapp - or Tripp - or Track - or - Trigger - or one of those "T" words - stood on the sidelines thumping their chests and yelling with indignation.  Not to be outdone by the men in the family, Sarah Palin was also yelling.  "Do you know who I am?" the Mama Grizzly roared.

A year or so ago NRA poster-boy George Zimmerman was involved in an incident of road rage in which he directly confronted a (presumably) terrified motorist by yelling, "Do you know who I am?"

Alice Walton, Sam and Helen's only daughter, was arrested in Arkansas, in 1998 on suspicion of driving while intoxicated.  (She was apprehended motoring down a ditch.)  The second richest woman in America was not amused at being treated like a common drunk and snapped at the arresting officers, "Do you know who I am?"

The answer in all three cases was "yes," people did indeed know who they were pitted against - and that question, "Do you know who I am?", was not really a question.  It was an intimidating remark intended to establish one person's dominance over others and to bully a path through a situation.  It implies that in America there is a two-tiered system of justice - one for the privileged or well-known, and another for the rest of us.

Yes, Sarah, we all know who you are - and the fact that your drunken brawl happened at a private home in Alaska instead of out on the front lawn of the White House is proof-positive there is a God and that She does indeed look out for the best interests of the United States!