Nuts & Mutton

So Missus Palin has a voice coach, a makeup artist who’s charging lawyer-type rates, and the GOP is spending a mint on dressing her. So much for the natural, down-home beauty we’ve all been hearing about. Reminds me of the old joke about the bride who, on the honeymoon night, takes off her wig, pulls out her false teeth and glass eye, and unstraps her wooden leg before hopping into bed and leering invitingly at her bemused groom. “Come to bed,” she coos. “I’m thinking I might be better off getting in the drawer with the rest of you,” he replies. Ba-dum-ching.