The more I see of this Couric interview the more I wonder. There was one time I took a Benadryl, forgot I had taken a Benadryl, had a glass of wine, and woke up eight hours later on plane to Jamaica. I had meant to go to Jamaica, it had been planned, but between the wedding at which I drank the wine and the plane itself was a giant black hole in which I have only my husband’s word I didn’t commit any felonies. I keep thinking this has got to be like that, for Sarah Palin. I keep thinking this is, like, performance art. If not the most elaborate expectation-lowering operation in history. Or … some kind of binge-stupiding? I just … help me.
I mean, it CANNOT BE THIS BAD. Tell me she was on drugs. Tell me she was on the Courtney Love Cleanse, or something.
On the upside, she can pronounce Ahmadinejad. Unlike her running mate.