((HERE CHECKERS!!))

If I thought for a moment that Sarah Palin was leaving the public square, I could find temporary beauty in her shoddy exodus. But I fear the latest publicity stunt is another disturbing cry for attention, another contumelious pity party moment. Waving bye-bye to the cumbersome responsibilities inherent in holding public office, she is now free to further the righteous cause of shameless self promotion, which appears to be her only real talent.
Move over Joe the Plumber, the American wasteland has a brighter star to transmit God’s esoteric mysteries.

I read the text of her farewell spiel. The similarity between her prose and local Bejezbuzz dittoheads is striking. It’s safe to assume that whoever is hired to edit her impending autobiography is… ((FACING uh “daunting” task!)). Since her special needs writing style is indistinguishable from the wordsmiths at Red State, I doubt if tea baggers buying their much maligned heroine’s memoir will mind the flurry of exclamations after ((SOCIALIST, LIBERAL, College EDUcATED, Big GOVERNMENT COMMUNITY oRGANIZER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)). I’m confident careful proofreading will catch the occasional split infinitive and slang reference to Steve Schmidt’s pickle.
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After seeing a photo of Grandpa Rock, I doubt if my sheer pastel sun dress, gold Cleopatra sandals, arrowhead necklace and coral pillbox hat would have caught the eye of local loons gathered to piss and moan about Landreth Park. Should another spontaneous ooze of pouting hypocrisy occur, I’ll need to experiment with creepy face paint. Adler, always the minimalist, is convinced camouflage and panty-hose-over-head is equivalent to the classic little black dress. I’m cool with the camouflage, but smoking becomes problematical when tight nylon impedes lips-to-lungs tobacco inhalation.
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Thanks to the three who e-mailed get well messages. There has been slight improvement this weekend. Although I no longer walk like Amos McCoy with serious prostate issues, my stride’s natural athleticism is marred whenever I drag my right foot.

Juan Don