Oh, it's just a fantasy of mine. Can't you just imagine the Left's sputtering implosion over something so sweet as that!?
Of course, the State Run Media would, out of expediency, swear she was having an affair with Rush. . .
O.K., really? I'm posting those particular words just to catch the google hits. I'm sure some leftard is looking for that particular bait.
Meanwhile, I just went through my archives from last November. Looks like I was way ahead of the current mood toward the long-gone Republican Party. It may not be dead yet, but it sure is a dull excuse for a party. The only people showing up are the insecure ones afraid of being left out.
However, if Sarah Palin would host a national radio talk show, just think of the immediate influx of cash into her beleaguered legal funds, the immediate following, and the hopeful replacement for Hannity's mostly cringe-worthy three hours of self-indulgence. I may have to send her some cash once I get a full two-weeks' paycheck in my new job.
Yes, I still like my job working with that devil, alcohol! My lovely oxford uniform shirt with snazzy logo inspires other clerks around town while I'm out shopping: Oooh! You work there?! Yessiree. Cache. Prestige. Awe. Yeah, I be stylin', they be hatin'. I don't even miss the office atmosphere of my former iterations of career choices. And the physicality of the work is doing a number on my arms and back. Bring it, Michelle O. Your guns got nuthin' on mine.
Later, peeps. I got five full days ahead of me with brutal shift work, but I have a by-gawd job . Praise be.