Piling on

My friend Sid, the '60s N.Y. radical who went straight--to the Republican Party's inner circles, that is-- misled me on the VP choice. I don't think it was intentional. He told me Thursday night that it was going to be Tom Ridge. Instead it was Sarah Palin. I was pissed at Sid until today, for making me look like a jerk. But it turns out that Sid may have been right all along and that Ridge backed out at the last minute, leaving the campaign with Palin as their last and only resort. Sid tells me now that the Palin choice is ripping the party leadership apart and has broadened a rift between Karl Rove and his protege, Steve Schmidt, who pushed for Palin.

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I was going to hold my thoughts about Palin, first because I don’t like piling on like the “angry leftists” Bush talked about yesterday (do I sound angry?) and second, because her shit is coming out so fast, I’m hardly able to keep up-- and it’s only day 4.

I loved the headline on Huff the other day--"DRIP, DRIP, DRIP..." I mean, Alaskan secessionists? Jews for Jesus? Gimme a break.

VET PEOPLE! VET!

All I keep thinking is that the deeply religious Obama must be down on bended knee right now, saying, “thank you Lord for sending me this gift.”

But this story is irresistible, I can't hold it in. Last December, AP reported:

Gov. Sarah Palin got a break from answering questions about federal corruption probes and natural gas pipeline applications this week to take on the heady subject of fashion. Palin struck a pose for Vogue, a fashion magazine that spent Wednesday morning at her Wasilla home. But don't let her black or red power suits fool you; the fashion photographer quickly learned this week that Palin is an Alaska girl at heart.

“At first they had me in a bunch of furs,” she said. “Yeah, I have furs on my wall, but I don't wear furs. I had to show them my bunny boots and my North Face clothing.”

Yes, yes, prays Obama. Please send us more like her.