Shit, I haven’t been keeping up with election stuff. Is she President now? That would explain a lot.
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I’m able to make a distinction between you and me without feeling the least bit hypocritical. I don’t watch snuff films and you make them. You weren’t killing that animal for food or shelter or even fashion, you were killing it for fun. You enjoy killing animals. I can make the distinction between the two of us but I’ve tried and tried and for the life of me, I can’t make a distinction between what you get paid to do and what Michael Vick went to prison for doing. I’m able to make the distinction with no pangs of hypocrisy even though I get happy every time one of you faux-macho shitheads accidentally shoots another one of you in the face.
A fun way to read Aaron Sorkin’s HuffPo evisceration of Sarah Palin’s televised caribou evisceration is to imagine Sorkin delivering it to her across the table in a dimly lit restaurant at the end of a date gone terribly wrong. Then cut to Sarah at home, sitting at a computer, alternating furious keystrokes with angry sips from a bottle of Moosehead, building the greatest presidential campaign website the world has ever seen. And as the camera pulls out through the window, we see a grease-pencil-scrawled equation, elegant in its simplicity, that comes into focus only as we gain some distance from it: SP + AS = 4 EVER.
Source: The Huffington Post