Is there anything in public life more degrading than being introduced at a Donald Trump event by Sarah Palin?
I dunno. Let's ask Chris Christie, shall we? On second thought, we'll let Palin's words do the talking:
"We don't have time for all that petty, punk-ass little thuggery stuff that's been going on with these 'protesters,' who are doing nothing but wasting your time and trying to take away your First Amendment rights," she said. "And the media being on the thugs' side-what the heck are you guys thinking, media?"
First of all, what in the hell is going on here? The news all morning was that Todd Palin had been seriously injured in a snow machine accident-which, apparently, is true-and that Princess Dumbass was hastening back to the Northwoods to be with him. Suddenly, she's back in Florida, working on her meatball rhetorical skills in front of an audience packed with the finest rubes and goobers that state has to offer. Multitasking! And she was speechifying with words for the purposes of introducing Big Chicken, who took the stage with the very last shreds of human dignity wafting away on the breeze. No job in any administration is worth this kind of humiliation. Seriously, is Tod Browning running this campaign?