Levi Johnston, whose irresponsible penis helped to ruin a presidential campaign while also rescuing him from an ordinary life as a middling electronics salesman or something, is currently filming his own reality show, because of course he is. The on-again/off-again/on-again/off-again fiancé of Sarah Palin’s daughter has spent the last couple of years playing spoiler to his erstwhile-yet-possibly-future mother-in-law, answering her every call for renewed family values and a return to small-town decency by knocking up her teenaged daughter, making wink-wink commercials for nuts, and posing for Playgirl, which sort of makes him a hero. That role as Palin’s unlikely foil now includes campaigning for her former seat as mayor of Wasilla, a pursuit that Johnston says he hopes will “send a message to America about who I really am and what I want to do with my life”—namely, ensure that Sarah Palin is forever stained by a self-described “half-redneck, half-Hollywood” fame-whore who fucked his way into the national spotlight, like the political version of Kevin Federline.
The show, titled Loving Levi: The Road To The Mayor’s Office, has already hit a slight snag considering that the mayor’s office doesn’t come up again for election until 2012, but Johnston’s campaign manager, the thrillingly named Tank Jones, has said that he may consider a run for city council in the meantime. Except that the deadline for filing as a candidate has already passed. But no matter: As with his inverted mirror image, the mundane mechanics of politics are but a nuisance when it comes to creating a cult of personality, and thus this show is less about the day-to-day of small-town government than documenting Johnston’s life as “a father, a skilled hunter, and an avid dirt biker” as he “takes care of business for his fellow Wasillians,” whatever business that may be. And lest you think this is all some sort of sustained satire about modern democracy, meant to illustrate the diminished importance of actual political acumen when compared to the ability to get yourself on camera by any means necessary, with Johnston serving as its unwitting pawn, Jones insists, “People questioned Jesus Christ, so I definitely don't care about these mere mortals questioning Levi Johnston,” which all but confirms that yes, it is. Michael Moore wishes he came up with this.