From God's burning bush to Charlton Heston to us.
"In Iowa, you would not have people who would just throw the f-bomb and use gratuitous profanity in a professional setting."
That's right, Iowa corn farmers only drop F-bombs when the ethanol market tanks.
The Daily News, Dok, not the Post. (Imagine my shock at having to defend the New York Post.)
If Pegs were a real Republican, she'd butch it up and ape Charlton Heston in The Omega Man, drinking Scotch, loading her assault rifle and talking to the bust of Ronald Reagan in her penthouse lair.
"Jed, that Palin woman is tryin' to force Jethro to marry her daughter. I'm gettin my shotgun!"
"Calm down, Granny."
Hypergamy, how does it work?
We should subsidize electrifying their sovereign fences, so they can't get out.
Fun game, you can play it at the same time you play the "who's the worst pundit at the Washington Post" game because Richard Cohen, George Will, David Ignatius etc. et. al. ad infinitum barf.
On the bright side they're probably made in Southeast Asia not Arizona.