The Gov from 'silla' and the mysterious homeschool black out

Why is Governor Palin hiding Bristol Palin's homeschooling?

Since Levi Johnston revealed that he and Bristol were homeschooled in the fall of 2007 behind the big wall on Lake Lucille, there is NOT A WORD from the Gov. Her recent press releases are not in her particular tongue. She is already employing a ghost writer to present a new syntax. In hopes that when Lynn Vincent pens for Palin the transition won't be noticed? It's a nice change on the surface but the same disaster lurks beneath. Among the least of her concerns is education. She doesn't want Alaska to be compared to other states in her own country, the United States of America. Her ties with the Alaskan Independence Party are showing.

What does Palin fear and why can't she open up?

From GQ: The previous year he’d been in a home school scenario. Alaska boasts the most lax homeschooling rules of any state in the union, in the sense that they have literally almost no rules. Levi was doing his learning online, through a Brigham Young University program. Unsupervised, at the Palins’ house, where Bristol Palin was homeschooling, too.

More links to related articles:

Unsupervised? Brigham Young University program?

( Mitt Romney? WHAT DOES IT SAY? shooting bears?)

Educational Standards? Alaska doesn't need no stinkin' standards!

After Rejecting Stimulus Funds For Education, Palin And Sanford Now Opt-Out Of National Standards

What do the mavericky Palins teach at home?

from AIP toPatriot Tea Party, Wasilla Alaska May 30, 2009
( photos)

While on the Wasilla City Council Sarah Palin's voracious read was the John Birch Society Magazine

Levi and Tripp Johnston from Wasilla's budget hotel, the Agate Inn on Lake Lucille

"You can feel the Palins. From my budget hotel on Lake Lucille, I can see
the big wooden wall that surrounds their house, and a roof beyond it."

From the GQ article May 2009:

HE SHALL BE LEVI

And he shall take issue with Sarah Palin. And he shall not abstain from loving Bristol. And he shall spend much time hunting bears. And, yes, he shall be a good man

By John Jeremiah Sullivan; Photographs by Ture Lillegraven

Late Frontier Myth, Early Formational Stages

The bird opened its belly, delivering more men onto the ground. They squawked at the boy and led him into the bird, and the bird moved off, and the ram forgot what had happened and went to check on his ewes, and the father returned to the locally owned gun shop in Wasilla, where they said, “Aren’t you supposed to be sheep hunting?” and he said, “Yeah, I was, till the Secret Service came and took my sheep-hunting partner!” and they laughed.

Levi was in the bird. It flew with him all the way to a city in another world, in what he would describe as the south, in Minnesota, and dropped him into a sort of conference room, full of talkative people—some of whose faces he knew without knowing how—and a guy was touching him, and before the smell of the open country had left his nostrils completely he was leaning back in a chair, having makeup applied to his face, to his eyes and neck, and gel worked into his hair. They had cut his hair. Indeed they had given him a superb haircut, probably the best he would ever have, a haircut designed to shape away the last traces of baby fat from his cheeks and define his jawline, and they stood him in the corner and dressed him from head to toe in new preppy clothes and looked him in the face and said, “You do not say a word.”

“Those words exactly?” I asked.

“Pretty much,” he answered.

If facts were unstable—it may not have been the Secret Service, it may have been campaign operatives

In roughly the past year, Levi has experienced:
(a) having dad leave home
(b) seeing mom get arrested and face incarceration, in national news
(c) watching own son be born, with Sarah Palin also in room
(d) dropping out of high school and taking electrician job
(e) losing fiancée, son, job for reasons that mystify him and may be political
(f) becoming instantaneously megafamous—Antichrist to some, slab of sweet Arctic man-beef to others—but either way finding self at center of momentous events with zero comprehension or aid after having left home to go on sheep hunt.