The Back of My Hand
I’ll spare you the messy details, but I’ve fantasized about Sarah Palin’s palm, too.

But the MSM is positively perverse on the subject. Get your own fantasies, you creepy bunch of sickos!
Which you know they have. Andrea Mitchell lowers herself into a hot bubble bath. She closes her eyes and lets out a deep breath. Thoughts, impure thoughts, spill into her imagination. They involve basketballs and microphones, whipped cream and arugula. She wakes with a start as Alan Greenspan steps in opposite her.
I’d share Chris Matthews’ fantasies, but I’d be shut down by the FCC before the thrill got halfway up his leg.
But while you’re obsessing compulsively over a five-point outline Sarah wrote on her soft, white, gentle, perfect palm, you pervs, you missed a much, much bigger embarrassment:
The president can’t even talk to sixth graders without a pair of teleprompters and a Secret Service agent ready to take a bugger for the president.
“I do not like them, Sam-I-Am. I do not like green eggs and ham.”
I swear, when he tells his fat tubs of goo daughters a bedtime story, he must have a team of writers and a prompter at ha…
What’s that, you say, too mean?
Don’t talk to me. Talk to them:
“We went to our pediatrician all the time,” [Michelle] Obama said. “I thought my kids were perfect — they are and always will be — but he [the doctor] warned that he was concerned that something was getting off balance.”
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“But we often simply don’t realize that those kids are our kids, and our kids could be in danger of becoming obese. We always think that only happens to someone else’s kid — and I was in that position.”
I won’t name which pretty little girl in question, out of respect for her privacy. But then, I don’t have to:
President Obama is also guilty of talking about his daughters’ weight. In an interview with Parents magazine in November 2008, the president said, “A couple of years ago — you’d never know it by looking at her now — Malia was getting a little chubby.”
You take that back, sir!
Just what all girls need: the commander in chief and leader of the free world—and his lady—opining on the BMI of all girls everywhere. Whoever wrote that on the teleprompter should be taken out and shot.
Is there a contrast to be made between Palin’s attitude toward her Down’s Syndrome son (”he’s perfect”) and Obama’s cute daughter (”she’s chubby”)?

