My friend Jason Preston thinks Sarah Palin is the Vanilla Ice of politics. In ten years you'll be embarrassed to admit you listened to her...
INT. The White House, Spring 2009:
McCain: Sarah, we can't get to an agreement with the damn Europeans... What say you?
Palin: All right, stop. Collaborate and listen.
McCain: Of course. And while I have you, the Iranians are threatening our carrier group in the Gulf...
Palin: Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle.
McCain: Good to hear you say it. I've been wanting to try out our new two-hundred-megatonners, too.
Palin: You better hit bullseye, the kid don't play.
McCain: Oh, they have the latest guidance systems. Plus, two hundred fucking megatons, how can you miss?
Palin: Cookin' MCs like a pound of bacon.
McCain: You know how to hit a Muslim where it hurts.
Palin: If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it.
McCain: Sarah, will you marry me?
Palin: Word to your mother, let's get out of here.
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Is this supposed to warrant a guffaw? It may take 10 years to regret Palin, but has required less than 10 months to regret Obama.
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