For the last week, I've been gleeful about Sarah Palin. The jokes, the crazy doctored photos, the dead bloody elk carcass as a backdrop for warm and fuzzy family photographs, her banning of library books and vendettas against minor civil servants. I was in stitches. I laffed, I cried.
But now I'm just depressed.
When they said that anybody could grow up to be president, they surely didn't mean, you know, ANYBODY.
John McCain deserves a spanking.
Save that image for a later nightmare. . . .
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