Friday, July 23, 2010

Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Hockey Mom

New favorite annoying-ex-Governor related product.
I've come to the conclusion that resistance is futile.

Sure, Flic and I have vowed time and again that we were not going to feed into the crazed, publicity-hungry media frenzy that She Who Will Not Be Named has cultivated. We've tried, but one can't stay abreast of the news without running into some kind of headline, some cringingly embarassingly story, or quote, or description of the latest occurance in the family feud between her grandbaby daddy's family and her own faux-regular middle class
bunch.

Palin Palin Palin!  There, I've said it.  No more not naming that which ails us.  No more hoping against hope that this will all just go away.  Now, all that's left to do is to document this strange time.  I'm hoping I can find the car sporting that bumper sticker that I saw last week.  It read, "Palin = quitter."

3 comments:

Titanium said...

Like eating tomato soup with chopsticks, straining to catch tidbits of meaningful monologue
from a mind unencumbered by thought...

herniates the core of my own mind.

Alaskan Dave Down Under said...

There, there, CB. It'll be alright now that you've said and typed the name aloud. Don't you feel better?

Was that bumper sticker in Squarebanks? Will wonders never cease?

CabinDweller said...

ADD: Yes, the bumper sticker was here in Squarebanks. The good thing is, this town is small enough that I have no doubt I will see the exact same car again.