In Praise of Palin
Yes, I finally have something good to say about Sarah Pailn, and no, it isn’t to do with her Caribou Barbie good looks. (I must admit, though, that while I never ever wanted to have a beer in a hotel bar with George W. Bush – or John S. McCain, same difference, dry alcoholic or beer veto-er – I could see myself doing Jello shooters with Sarah Palin in a hotel jacuzzi, as long as she didn’t talk. Gak, that voice – it could bring down a bull moose all by itself, and skin it at the same time.)
No, the good thing about Snowjob Squarepanes is that she seems to bring out unexpected levels of professionalism in journalist types I’d long given up on. First Charlie Gibson demonstrates that he’s not a total Kool-Aid addict, and then Katie Couric shows she has a little steel beneath the marshmallow.