tinhuvielartanis | Politics at Sally Foster

Tonight at Sally Foster, a lady with whom I used to work in the Pit asked me at break tonight what I thought of Sarah Palin.

"Oh, my, do you really want to get me started on her?" I asked.

She grinned and said, "Oh yes, I do!"

"Okay, I'll give you the condensed version. I think that Sarah Palin is a rancid bitch."

This chick about choked on her coffee from a combination of surprise and laughter.

"Do you want me to go on?" She nodded. "Okay. So, yeah, the fact that she has the audacity to identify herself as a woman makes me want to rip her skin clean off her bones and beat her to death with it. I don't know if she's just so power-hungry that she doesn't care or if she's too dumb to realise that the only reason that living wrinkle chose her to be his running mate is because she's female, and he's hoping this may get him some votes. That's the only way he'd get votes 'cos the only way he'll ever get in the White House is the same way that rat bastard currently in the White House got it ~~ by stealing it."

She chortled. "And what was it you called Sarah Palin again?"

"A rancid bitch, and you can quote me on that."

And I left amidst peals of laughter from her and those close enough in proximity to hear our exchange. I'd like to think that the laughter was tinged with approval for my words. I'm soooo gonna get shot someday, probably with a blindfold on and a Marlboro clenched betwixt my fangs.