You pick and you pick and you pick at it, and still it hangs there. It’s turning yellow, and it hurts, but you can’t look away. The Palin family is a little like that — the festering sore on the kneecap of America. A scab, only potentially more painful. But we just can’t let them alone.
Take this, at the ‘bama campaign headquarters website (read: Huffington Post) — a nice note from one of their Off the Bussers — Donald Craig Mitchell, filing from a Palin pep rally at the Anchorage Convention Centre:
…sitting three-quarters of the way up the bleacher was Bristol Palin and her eighteen-year-old impregnator, Levi Johnston. Once I noticed them, I kept my eye on Bristol and Levi. What I learned provoked an odd empathy for the awful pickle Wasilla High School’s hockey stick wielding homeboy now finds himself in.
Bristol and Levi sat shoulder-to-shoulder. But not once did they look at each other, speak to each other, or in any way acknowledge each other’s physical presence. Not once. For an entire hour. Instead, Bristol stared straight ahead and Levi had the glazed look of a trapped feral animal.
Then when Sarah wound up her autograph signing and the people sitting in front of him on the bleacher began climbing down, Levi stood up and, without looking at or speaking to his betrothed, turned in the opposite direction and walked away.
You don’t get much more pro-Obama than HuffPo. But even they can’t help their fascination. Maybe it’s tapping into their deep love of Northern Exposure (although people are unfairly drawing way too many parallels between a very excellent television program and the bogan moose-shooters that make up Wasilla…)…
Whatever it is, the irresistible combination of spectacular mountain setting; a pair of 3 inch cherry red peep toe pumps; a special needs child named Trig; a son signing up for duty on 9/11; and a Bristol Levi storyline to rival the OC means that Sarah Palin is going to keep outgoogling Britney, all the way to November 4.
In the meantime, let’s try to pretend we’re maintaining a purely intellectual interest in what is clearly a transparently political appointment by reading The New Yorker… on Sarah Palin.
