i’ve gone on and on about my intense and varied feelings about sarah palin in various forums and at different volumes recently, but here’s what it comes down to. two nights ago i had a dream that i was the only person who discovered that palin and jewel were in alaskan cahoots to bring american culture and politics down with extreme anti-choice sentiment and pop-folk music. in the dream, it all worked out in the end: the american people were able to see past the nice boobs (both sets) and on through to the snaggletoothed underbelly of a gross conservative agenda.
the real world right now is such a surreal, strange place that i hope that dream logic will end up ruling the election — yes, i still hope and hope and hope.
