"Saturday night, Sarah Palin is going to drop the first puck at the Philadelphia Flyers' hockey game. Then Palin will spend the rest of the game trying to keep the hockey players out of her daughter's penalty box." --Conan O'Brien
this was from last october, during the presidential campaign, but copied yesterday on a message board that was going back and forth on the current letterman/palin media-generated spat.
palin attended that game with her 7-year old daughter, but none of her kids is specifically named in the punchline. just like letterman's joke -- no name, just a safe assumption we're talking about the slutty baby mama kid. nary a peep from the press or palin that o'brien's joke was offensive, that he was a pervert and talking about kid-fucking.
oh, wait... maybe cuz back then she was in the news every minute of every fucking day? and now she's roaming around desperately trying to stay relevant? why isn't anybody pissing and moaning about how she whores out her kids for media bites?
rockefeller claimed to have begun his fortune as a small boy, when he nightly hoarded the pennies in his pockets. then there's that concept of fluttering butterfly wings starting a tsunami thousands of miles away...
frequently, i'm asked the question, "what's the best wine you've ever had?" usually i reply, "i hope i haven't had it yet." very few appreciate the distinction i make between being stuck in the past savoring something already had, and remaining always hopeful for something even mo' bettah in the future.
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