It’s what her candidacy says about America

If Sarah Palin has given us nothing else, she’s given us a great deal of really smart, really funny writing. To wit:

But watching Palin’s speech, I had no doubt that I was witnessing a historic, iconic performance. The candidate sauntered to the lectern with the assurance of a sleepwalker – and immediately launched into a symphony of snorting and sneering remarks, taking time out in between the superior invective to present herself as just a humble gal with a beefcake husband and a brood of healthy, combat-ready spawn who just happened to be the innocent targets of a communist and probably also homosexual media conspiracy. It was a virtuoso performance. She appeared to be completely without shame and utterly full of shit, awing a room full of hardened reporters with her sickly sweet line about the high-school-flame-turned-hubby who, “five children later” is “still my guy.” It was like watching Gidget address the Reichstag.

Please read the whole essay.
It’s later than you think, and we’re totally fucked no matter what happens.
(That being said, please vote Obama; I’d much rather be totally fucked and thinking about it coherently than, you know, how Russia and Canada are two countries that are foreign due to that they’re not, you know, in America.)