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This past weekend, my college roommate came for a visit. She comes from the very liberal land of Washington DC, where she is a social-worker-in-training. When she visits, sometimes I am reminded just how insane PA can actually be.

The night we were discussing her impending visit, I noticed a truck in a parking lot covered in bumper stickers. The most notable of these stickers? “I’ll forgive Jane Fonda when the Jews forgive Hitler.” Yeah, seriously. What the…?

However, the real WTF moment was while we were out at the bar. Now Jill and I have always been a bit crass; it’s just who we are. After a couple of beers at a local pub (a classier joint than the outings of our early twenties; the one bartender here puts the shamrock in your Guinness foam!), we were discussing which celebrities we thought would die this year. I mean, 2009 was a year for tragic celebrity deaths with Farrah, Michael, Patrick, Brittany, etc. 2010 has potential. First on Jill’s list was Amy Winehouse. The lady bartender overheard, and joined in our conversation. She also had Amy Winehouse at the top of her list, which made us happy and allowed her to stay in our conversation.

Big mistake.

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This week I can’t blame my lack of good reporting skills on alcohol.  I can, however, blame it on the fact that I have a day job that grates on my liberal idealist nerves every day.  So, after the jump, find my ranting and raving (mostly) about Sarah Palin.  Yeah, I hold a grudge.  Also, if you have an interest in real world news and Israel/Gaza, check out David Hosey’s blog.

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Happy New Year! Before I get my snark on, I want to wish the Obama girls good luck at their new school on Monday. They are precious and I’m looking forward to becoming less bitter once their Daddy is president. Just sayin’. Anyway, this week is going to be charmingly devoid of lots of news coverage courtesy of binge drinking. But in honor of the shit ton of tequila I’ve consumed since Christmas, I will obviously discuss President George “DUI” Bush. You’ll be thanking me after the jump.

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I really cannot get over Sarah Palin and the blatant terror she causes in my little heart. At first, I thought she was harmless, but now I’m not so sure. In coming to grips with my fear, I was reminded of Donnie Darko and the line where decisions are based on either Fear or Love. While Donnie says things aren’t black and white like that, in this case, they seem to be. Sarah Palin lies out of fear. Fear her inadequacy will be discovered (too late!), fear her party will lose to a guy with the middle name Hussein, fear that Joe Six-Pack might wake up from his drunken stupor and realize that he doesn’t want a dimwit running the show… Similarly, I’m voting out of fear. It is well known that I was not a huge Obama fan coming into this final stretch, but since the introduction of Sarah Palin into this mix, I’m scared shitless. Everything about me knows that while Obama is not my ideal candidate, he’s also not straight up stupid, and therefore deserves my Pennsylvanian vote.

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