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02 October 2008 : As far as I will go

Do you think Sarah Palin kneels by her bed every night and prays to Jesus with all of her heart that Katie Couric will get tangled in one of her bra straps, doing such irreparable damage to her vocal cords that she will never again be on television?

I use this fairly tame fantasy because I doubt that even the nation's political leaders (god save us) are so filled with hubris that they ask Jesus to kill people for them in spontaneous and brutal ways (how naive am I? You can say it, its okay).

Nonetheless, I love Katie Couric so much right now I'm thinking of sending her some chocolates, and perhaps a strapless bra. Every time she asks Madam Palin a question, Madam rambles incoherently about nothing (seriously, have any of you not met a second grader or two who are more coherent and cohesive and eloquent than the possible future vice president of this country), and Katie Couric has to repeat the question at least once, trying to get some semblance of a real answer out of her. And that expression, oh the expression on my new true love's face every time the necessity of repeating the question becomes clear...

That, I'd like to burn on the inside of my eyelids. Thanks.


posted by lindsay at 17:25 ::



2 Comments:

But, lindsay... it's "gotcha reporting".

I'm going to go back and sue every person who has ever given me a job interview. Because, it was so..."gotcha"...er something.

By Blogger lindsay, at 8:17 PM  

Word. She needs to go to the Barack school of talking for a minute and a half without actually saying anything... ;)

By Anonymous Fingers, at 6:39 PM  

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