Bang Walmart Palin, I just love you.

I have discovered a new obsession: The Sarah Palin baby name generator.

You feed in your name to discover what you would be called if Sarah Palin was your mother.

So far I have discovered that I am Trough Gutted Palin, and the kids are, by order of age,

Crank Widow Palin
Hump Gizzards Palin
Clop Clutch Palin
Nam Guadalupe Palin
Slap Spear Palin

And perhaps my favorite of all is Beloved:

Bang Walmart Palin.

Yeah, baby!

(To my reader who left a comment recently regarding my obsession with Sarah Palin, saying, basically, enough, already, I have to respond with I'm so sorry, but I can't stop. There's just too damned much comedic value in it).

Interestingly, on Saturday night we went to a gala dinner in Bedford for a native plant center in Austin Texas, honoring Martha Stewart. We were amongst the youngest there, and I rather suspect we were in a roomful of Republicans - gasp - and we found ourselves talking to many middle-aged men who all think Sarah Palin is utterly fabulous.

They all started with these words: 'she's hot.' A couple went on to explain that she's a true American, she hunts, she fishes, she's the type of woman who built America and made it great two hundred or so years ago.

I listened to them in astonishment, because the skill set required to make America great two hundred years ago is a very different skill set required to make America great again today. America is no longer the leader of the free world, no longer the superpower it once was, and the world has become a very small place - foreign relations are crucial, and perhaps more important, the curiosity required to want to learn about them.

'I can see Russia from my porch' doesn't quite cut it, nor does an ace shot from a plane.

Still, I'm almost dying with excitement for the debate on Thursday, and more than that, to see what Tina Fey comes up with on SNL afterwards.

By the way, if you're wondering why I'm posting this at 4.57am, I'm wondering too. Wondering why sleep decided to abandon me these last few weeks... It's not funny, kay?

As my reader would say, enough, already. Come back, sleep. I miss you.

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