September 1, 2008 | Filed under: politics are only fun when there's a sex-scandal, un-vlogged
All other things being equal, the simplest solution is the best. What does this change? Oh, for me not much. A fantabulously sick and delicious rumor has been replaced by a totally pedestrian one, and that’s fine. In the end, we’re still left with Sarah Palin, BFF (Big Fat Fibber).
Sure, go ahead and work the “I was protecting my daughter” angle. Be my guest. If anyone actually believes for one second that Sarah Palin wasn’t trying to keep this story down for as long as humanly possible (let’s see, if Bristol is five months pregnant now, she’d be due, let’s see now… after November 4th) then they are sadly deluded.
If that crazy-ass Trig rumor hadn’t started this would not have come to light. There would have been a small quiet wedding (”Just close family!”) and then in Winter a new baby for the happy young couple. Maybe they’d even try to pull the old “she’s a preemie, but she’s 8 lbs! We’re so lucky!” trick that so many people pull when they get pregnant before they get married. So where does that leave us? It leaves us with Sarah Palin, she of the crappy judgment, she of the pregnancy-hiding, she of Troopergate, she of the “signed, Your Creator” emails.
God, I love holiday weekends.
Oh, and you know what else? Abstinence-only teaching doesn’t. F*cking. Work.