‘Former Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin, Sen. John McCain’s (R-AZ) vice presidential running mate, signals in her new book Going Rogue that she doesn't believe in evolution, panning it as theory that human beings “originated from fish that sprouted legs and crawled out of the sea.” ‘ (Raw Story)
“It now seems clear why the staff to former Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin didn’t want anyone to bring recording devices or cell phones to her speech Friday night.
Even news outlets like Politico — which have prominently featured Dick Cheney’s terror jeremiads — would have been likely to lampoon her.
But the ban on recording devices didn’t stop them. Politico says they bought three tickets to Palin’s Wisconsin speech and then penned a write-up. Their review was somewhat grim, taking aim at Palin’s frequent use of the words bogus and awesome and delivering a strange anecdote about dollar coins.
‘Palin had remarks prepared but frequently wandered off-script to make a point, offering audience members a casual awesome or bogus in discussing otherwise weighty topics’ Jonathan Martin wrote in his review…” (Raw Story)
“I don’t know what made me do it. It was like getting up late at night and going out to find the moon, hung full, at the end of the block. Framed, between the low row of houses. As if it had been there, waiting, all the time.
When I came back inside, there was my life, enormous about me. It hung, as in a story, and then started to shrink. A girl with pigtails came into the room and reached up and grabbed the thing like the moon and started swaying with it back and forth, tossing it up and down.
I lay down, letting the page turn, for choice. Letting the light come up, as a decision. When I woke, you were there, at the head-end of the crib, still in your blankets. A small form. Your breath like someone escaping, then being caught.
As if this time it will be different. Up in the sky, intact. A small stranger opening her arms. Letting the thin silver slip through into the blank before the hands can clasp. Or, in the undergrowth, the little squirrels, or in the dark burrows, beneath the house.” — Nadia Herman Colburn (RealPoetik)
