Palin gets mavrique – c’est pa?
I don’t know how to speak French. Apparently, neither does Sarah Palin. But I don’t think I’d fall for a prank phone call from “the French President.”
Joe the Plumber, Alaskan, Veteran. . .
There’s no stopping Sarah Palin. Today she claimed good ol’ Joe is a
“fellow Alaska[n], and he’s a fellow military man who has served our country proudly”
On seeing America for the first time – Palin-style
How “real Americans” see the USA (apologies to Jamaica Kincaid).
Oh crap, part two. The silver lining.
Yes, that’s a scarf covered with donkeys. Jeff Larson might have an eye for fashion, but the dude can’t tell an elephant from his. . .
Oh crap. Palin’s personal shopper is. . .
. . . a republican operative named Jeff Larson. For the record, I, Jeff Larsen, have never met Sarah Palin, nor have I shopped for women’s clothes (or any other) at Saks, Bloomingdales, or Needless Markups.
Dressing Up Caribou Barbie
It seems that dressing Sarah Palin and family is an expensive endeavor. The RNC spent over $150,000 in September for clothes and hairdos. Doesn’t look they got Todd a new goatee trimmer, though.
Keepin’ it real in Wasilla
Who dares show us the real Wasilla? Why, The Daily Show, of course:
Please note: these Alaskans do not reflect, in any way, my cousin Gary and his family, who live waaaaay up north.
Was picking Palin a cold, calculated choice?
Why don’t we ask John McCain:
