Sarah Palin's resignation has been one of the best things that has happened in politics since President Obama got elected. A welcome distraction from the beating a dead horse Michael Jackson (overdose?) coverage, it took us back to the story we stopped paying attention to during the Week When My Childhood Died (because my other idol Farrah Fawcett also passed though that was seemingly forgotten by most), the implosion of inarticulate and inept cad Gov. Sanford, his Argentine booty calls, and the other women with whom he "crossed the line" but not the "ultimate line" which he did cross, with his "exotic" "soul mate." Like Sanford, Palin imploded during a rambling, manic, incoherent, self-serving, contradictory, dishonest hastily-called press conference, which, like the one that foreshadowed it, I thoroughly enjoyed. Let's hope that after the curiosity regarding her motives is satisfied, that we'll never see or hear from this bitch ever again.
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