Palin's Slice of Epiphany

Today I spent the morning playing doctor with the Doctor. You remember her? The good urologist.

After sex, we discussed politics. And ate waffles in bed.

Hamsini asked, did the Republicans resurrect the ancient rite of the Crown Cake to select Bush and now McCain's running mate?

You know, when things got really terrible the Christians baked a cake with a gold coin hidden inside. Whoever got the lucky slice was crowned king for a year (or 8 years in the case of King George W). The half-wit king could do whatever he wanted and nobody protested. The king behaved poorly, of course, as do most who inherit such immense power so suddenly.

The king mobilized the army and attacked other kingdoms just for the hell of it. The king had his way with the ladies (and the livestock, too). He feasted like a glutton and drank all the village wine. But in the old days, after a year of such nonsense, the villagers stoned the king and this made the crops grow tall and all was good again.

McCain and his fundamentalist handlers invited 13 potential vice presidents out to a hangar in Dayton. Everyone was served a big slice of epiphany. Lieberman was there. So was Tom Ridge, Tim Pawlenty, and Carly Fiorina. Guess who cracked a canine on the coin? The pitpull wearing lipstick...

I love Hamsini.

Today's buck went towards a three-pack of Japanese condoms.