It’s the journey, not the destination

Some questions have very obvious answers. This is definitely one of those cases. A Teabagger group is trying to press Sarah Palin to get back into politics, and they lead off with this question…

“Do the words ‘Senator Sarah Palin’ excite you?”

Fuck no. The idea of her actually gaining any real power makes me feel like my heart is trying to escape through my ass while my brain silently weeps as it soaks in kerosine and prepares to immolate itself.

Luckily, it’ll never happen. And the thought of what a hilarious train wreck it would be if she actually tried to run for Senate makes me pretty giddy. Whoever runs against her would trounce her into the dirt as she sputters one fucking incompetent, incoherent religio-blathering catchphrase after another, all the while alienating everyone but the most brain dead theocratic god-humpers from the Republican Party.

I seriously doubt Palin will actually run for Senate, but it would be hilarious if she did. Republicans in Alaska, make this happen! She has absolutely no chance of winning, so a Palin Senate campaign would be nothing but pure entertainment (in the way that watching an abandonned building full of sparklers burn to the ground might be entertaining). Laughing at Palin’s continued failure would provide a bit of levity in an otherwise tedious and irritating election season.

And if, by some horrendously unlikely chance, she ever does make it back into government….Well, if that dark and dreadful day comes we might as well just give up on having a country. Just pack our bags and move to the Moon, salting the earth behind us so that it never sprouts another nation that could allow for such an abomination to occur. Shame and ignominy!

P.S. The fact that there are still delusional god-humpers out there who actually believe–after every goat-fuckingly stupid thing she’s said and done–that she should be given authority over a clown college, much less the whole country, lowers my estimation of humanity even further than I ever thought it could go. How the fuck do these people find the time to form political campaigns given how much of their day must surely be taken up by drooling on themselves and accidentally microwaving the cat because they confused it with a Pop Tart?

Hat tip to Ed Brayton.

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