As I was leafing through a local newspaper this morning waiting for my BLT sandwich, I came across this gem of a story: Father of Sarah Palin's grandson set to pose nude for Playgirl. Those crazy Christians, always up to something. Click here for the full story. My favorite part is that Levi Johnston, Bristol Palin's baby daddy: "is an aspiring actor and most recently starred in a TV commercial for pistachio nuts." Of course the next logical step to developing your acting career would be to pose nude in Playgirl. Who calls their daughter Bristol anyway? It sounds like a brand name for a toilet brush. But I digress.
This should really boost sales of Sarah Palin's new memoir Going Rogue which is already a bestseller even before its release. That the memoir of a little-known, ex-Alaska governor, whose 18-year-old daughter is already a mother, whose sort-of son-in-law is poised to pose nude in a porny magazine, and whose intellectual capabilities are questionable at best, is outselling Ted Kennedy's True Compass kills me inside. KILLS ME. Ted was not a perfect man by any means, nor was the Kennedy clan. However, this man had an impact on US politics. This man had substance. This man was for real.
Are the Palins people we want to read about? Hypocritical, bible-thumping, baby-making, backwater douchebags? The very idea that Sarah Palin would be considered a viable candidate for the 2012 presidential race is laughable. Just thinking about it makes me want to retreat to my happy place.
Happy Thanksgiving to my Canadian readers! The holiday weekend here means no new post on Monday - will return on Tuesday.
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