Good news for those of us who like stories in which Sarah Palin is revealed to be simultaneously clueless and humorless: a former aide, as you’ve no doubt heard, is shopping a manuscript liberally sprinkled with stolen Palin email. And those quick Palin missives are, as you’d expect, even less grammatically structured than standard Palin-speak. In general they are so very much what you’d expect — condemnations of the press, expressions of loyalty to Fox News — that they don’t offer much in the way of novelty. Hence the disgruntled aide’s troubles peddling the thing.
But the one sweet nugget? Palin dithers over whether to accept a speaking gig at a Conservative forum in D.C. Finally, mid-dither, the organizers give it up, and invite Gingrich. And our Sarah does what she does: she attributes it all to God, who would never let her be stuck on the same stage with such a hack. “Plus,” she adds, “I had nothing to wear, and God knew that too.” What a saint, that God guy.