On Election Night: I never heard so many bleepity-bleeps and blankety-blanks as I heard while I was waiting to go out on that stage in Phoenix. It was like I was at a dad-gum fancy-house in Fairbanks instead of a Republican Party event, and I tried to ask ol' John about it, but he was shaking his wife by the shoulders and talking in Vietnamese again, so I couldn't get any relief from him, and his minders were all poking at my family with sticks like they were bears and telling them things like, "Get back in your trailer, you stupid snowbillies." Finally it comes time to go out there and tell the people we lost, and some fella comes up and gives ol' John an injection, and in a couple of seconds he loosens his grip on poor Cindy and goes out on stage with me. It must have been something powerful they shot him up with, but he still looked so mad that I had to keep rubbing my fingers to keep from freaking out.
That's when I decided: I am going to quit my job, go out there among the people, and turn this Party right the heck around!
11.14.2009
"Going Rouge"
The Village Voice has obtained several excerpts from Sarah Palin's soon-to-be-released memoir. Here's a taste:
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