Nothing wrong with a little fluff once in a while, right? That would be the birth of Sarah Palin's grandson, aptly named Tripp. During the campaign, this unwed teen pregnancy; this "choice," as it was called, to have the baby; this product of a household that believes in abstinence-only sex education; this blessed event was trotted out and ballyhooed by the McCain campaign as some sort of symbol of real America. The young man who uncondomated the relationship was greeted personally by John McCain, full frontal, at some airport, like a concubining hero. Way to go, champ. My kinda guy, heh, heh.
So I found the official statehouse response to the birthing amusing. "No comment." "A private family matter." Private, suddenly, after playing it like a ten-cent peepshow? Private? As in selling the photos to the highest bidder. (300K, or not, any bets that there won't be a sale?)
They do hypocrisy big, in the biggest state.
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