Sarah Palin just can’t let a fact go unpunished. Her daughter Bristol’s ex-sex partner, Levi Johnston, revealed at a news conference that he heard Sarah talking 7-8 months ago about chucking politics to take the money “and just run with it” as a celebrity.
So Palin shoots back, Oh, no, that’s what Levi’s trying to do.
Yeah, when he’s not pounding nails on his latest job (anything to avoid school), he’s trying to sell a book and movie deal. The heartwarming tale of a redneck dropout raised by a drug dealer in the middle of nowhere.
The only thing that story has going for it is lots of teenage sex, which could be fun until the baby shows up.
And why is a 19-year-old hit-and-run father having “news conferences,” anyway? What is WRONG with the media? Don’t they have Caller ID? Haven’t they learned not to pick up when these Alaskan white-trash attention junkies call, craving a camera-and-mike fix?
Palin’s sure good at dishing out disingenuous drivel, but she just can’t take it. Every time someone lands a dig too close to home, she goes postal.
Palin had her spokesperson, Meghan Stapleton, respond to Levi with what must pass for wit in Alaska:
“It is interesting to learn Levi is working on a piece of fiction while honing his acting skills.”
With all this ping-ponging “Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah,” Palin’s proving the last thing she needs is a regular gig where she can make a fat living constantly defending her asinine remarks and behavior.
Go ahead and write your book, honey, although I doubt you’ve got enough thoughts in your head to fill one unless it has lots of pictures. Most people never read books anyway.
But, please, media, for the love of God, I’m begging you, DON’T — I repeat DON’T — give that idiot her own TV or radio show.