On page 321, Mrs. Sarah Palin says it again:
But as I realized back in my Wasilla mayor days, life is too short to hold a grudge. If I ever see Schmidt again, maybe I'll bring him a pretty white Peace Lily.
Considering that the last time Mrs. Palin...
Well, see, here's the benefit of doing something like reading Going Rogue: after 276 pages, I've discovered that Sarah Palin and I do share common ground on an issue:
I was also sweating like crazy and ready for a minute to breathe and drink an icy...
Oh, come on, bear with me--it's a strain to phrase that metaphor in the post title, but anyone who's been through a hurricane knows what I mean: there's rain and wind and crap everywhere, then the eye passes over and everything is quiet for a spell,...
Responding to an earlier post in this series, reader Alma offered a link to this... well, just watch it for yourself. I am laughing myself to tears. Thank you, Alma, a million times, thank you. (And thank you, Mr. Halcro.)
