For the record, we recite the résumé of sad, crazy little Sarah, who...

• hides/shows off her sweaty palm as a third-grader's pretend-teleprompter.
• uses her solemn oath to serve Alaska, sworn on a bible, as toilet paper.
• trowels on make-up as a fascist magnet and plays dress-up with other people's money.
• expounds her fathomless stupidities as trophies.
• trots out her kids as comedy props, and
• understands full well that ever-blooming psychosis is her only qualification—and that, the GOP being what it is, it is the best qualification she could have.

Now we behold Quitter Spice as paid mascot of the Tea Party, oddly named since no Tea Party member would dare go so homo sapiens on us as to actually (gasp) Sip Tea or Party.

Sip virgin's blood, maybe—except for virgin shortages from all their Abstinence-Only brats getting knocked up.

To list Mrs. Palin's record is to list Americas' wrong directions. How things have gone so wrong is a modern American mystery. So perhaps we just need some authentic, original American mystery and magic to set things aright. Why stop at the founding fathers? Perhaps some of that Hopi changey stuff.

One problem: in ear-candling Ms Palin, the candle would drop through unimpeded.
yes, yes, we know ear-candling isn't all that Hopi.

Side note to "liberal" corporate media: We get that your ratings require endless replays of Sarah finger-painting the Constitution with her own fascist feces, but afterwards...must you really show that little nobody grinning up and licking her fingers?