Well, my head has stopped spinning, my teeth have finally unclenched, and my blood pressure may just be settling back in at cruising speed. My kids have never seen me yell at the idiot box before, especially some of the words I used this evening, but they'll recover and understand that this truly is the most important presidential election in more years than I can count.
Caribou Barbie winked and coyly smiled into the camera without answering one fucking question directly except where she stated she doesn't support same sex marraige. I'll give her kudo's for staying on message and having some big fucking balls, moose balls probably, for saying some of the things she did. But by all that's holy and righteous in this world, I detest that "aw shucks, I'm just a mom like you" demeanor she puts on while looking out of flat barricuda eyes. Maverick, my ass.
All she did was reaffirm how my vote gets cast in November. But what really frightens me is that she's got a taste of the big stage now and she won't be satisfied with going back to playing politics in Wasilla.
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