The Real Sarah Palin, Straight From the Alaskan Mudflats
Hey all -- yes, I'm still alive and kicking. No, I have not given up blogging, despite evidence to the contrary. Very quick and dirty:
- Teen Demon is leaving for college soon
- This Old MF'in House needs A NEW ROOF (yes, I'm serious)
- I got a new position at work, and have been absolutely swamped with the transition (no, it will not even come close to paying for the roof)
- I am now officially Commissioner Cowbell
Anyway, I am dropping in here today to exhort you to immediately check out an Alaskan blog that has been one step ahead of the media, and right on time with accurate info. Maybe you all have already found it -- I haven't made the rounds at all, so my apologies if you all have already jumped on this train.
The Right is falling down at this woman's feet as if she were the Second Coming. I've been researching the hell out of her, and she scares the bejeezus out of me. If the Right would actually look into her a bit, instead of fawning and drooling based solely on the fact that they're so goddamned relieved to have someone with a little spunk and personality to prop up Corpse McCain, they'd be scared as well.
Click, read: Mudflats
Check it out. Very reasoned, fair, informed and accurate writing.
Looks like Ms. Lipstick finally agreed to an interview, under the mounting pressure to come out from behind Grandaddy McCain's skirts. 'Bout damn time. I read a comment online somewhere that I wish I could take credit for -- something to the effect of the Pit Bull turning out to be more of a cowering Chihuahua, when it comes to the press. Lipstick still kicks ass, though, I'll give her that.
I have already written Charlie Gibson, asking him to please hit hard on this interview, and not softball it.
Wake up, Americans -- the Right is trying like hell to cut the brake lines on this hand basket ...
