This is a new category of posts, The Belated. What that means is, whoa, look what I found in my drafts folder. History is entertaining, right? Sara Benincasa sure as hell was, her Sarah Palin eons beyond that darling of TV whom you only liked because you are of the sheep.

So here it is, from that quaint moment when Sarah Palin removed herself to Alaska, along with as much as the belly of the airplane could carry … but  I really publish this as a tribute to Sara B. And Dina, I miss Dina, and I do not think you should have made her cry:

SHE’S GONE. Ran away with herself , taking the whole Republican party  behind her, like one of those dark bags of the Shadow that Jungians believe we all carry around.

And in her bag are worthless cruds like Bill Kristol, the son of old-time radical-turned conservative, Irving Kristol, but at least the old man published a magazine. Is distinguished. (Was.) Read the rest of this entry »

Well of course that line caught my eye. Too perfect a scenario, and all I have to say to the poor fuck Republican ops who had to mind her, is … hell-o, this is regulation redneck behavior. And you didn’t get that? You didn’t foresee it? … Hell, y’all just got taken for a big fat Wasilla ride.

Number one, we have read enough, now, about Bill Kristol, upon beholding Sarah, received wood for the first time in many a moon—and we wish to know no more. Ever. Read the rest of this entry »