She embodies the most basic American myth — Jefferson's yeoman farmer, the fantasia of rural righteousness — updated in a crucial way: now Mom works too. Palin's story stands with one foot squarely in the nostalgia for small-town America and the other in the new middle-class reality. She brings home the bacon, raises the kids — with a significant assist from Mr. Mom — hunts moose and looks great in the process. I can't imagine a more powerful, or current, American Dream.
I can. It is the myth of the activist, living in the fire with the common people who are oppressed by racism and capitalism. The heroic activist that stares down bigotry, and, even in the face of threats to his life, rails against injustice like a Prophet. One who stands before the multitude and uses the rhythm and cadences of the old spirituals to inspire new efforts towards justice with the power of extraordinary words.
We see The One in our yearning for the sixties.