I think we can safely say that we have seen way too many photos of Alaskan wildlife in the presidential campaign.
I'm not a vivid dreamer, but last night I had a nightmare that really shook me up.
A bunch of raccoons were trying to break into my living room through our sliding glass door, except my house was somehow in the USA -- get it?
Suddenly, one mangy raccoon was actually running around inside and I decided it had to go.
Oh, damn, I don't own a gun! So I took a deep breath, grabbed it, and it bit my hand real hard. Even in my sleep I could feel the palin.
Then the scenario morphed into a TV debate: Sarah Palin against Barack Obama.
(I know, Republicans, I know, Palin is not running against Obama! Except if your candidate croaks, which I guess we can all start praying won't happen, or goes totally senile, which I honestly think is taking place before our eyes, we are stuck with Ms. Moose...so stop pretending you just can't understand why people would ever make such a comparison!)
And Sarah slammed Barack with some real tough-chick crack that had the whole country buzzing about something other than the economy, health care, the war, the lies, the lies, the lies....