We usually steer clear of politics here at Wheels on the Bus, because I like for you to imagine that, other than my bizarrely militant stand on same-sex marriage and my obsession with the environment, I am a vapid, empty person with little to contribute except for cute stories about my children.
But, today, today I have something to say. I have something to say about Sarah Palin. And that’s because, as far as I can tell, the woman is well on her way to becoming a laughing stock. Seriously – I am starting to think she is going to make Dan Quayle look positively Presidential.
Now, you know I am not talking about the moose burgers, because heaven knows it is not my place to judge someone else’s culinary preferences. No, I am wondering just how anyone accepts the offer of a Vice-Presidential nomination when she knows that her seventeen-year-old-daughter is pregnant.
Did you think you’d be able to keep that one under wraps?
I am trying hard to remember to have compassion for this child, Bristol Palin. Because I do. It must be terrifying to be seventeen and knocked-up. Hell, I am almost 35 and pregnant with my third baby and it scares the shit out of me.
But her mother? The one who marches around spewing about the value of abstinence-only campaigns? Nothing but scorn for her. Madame Governor, I think it may be time for you to admit that perhaps you misjudged the efficacy of that particular method of sex education.
I’m just sayin’.