The only thing that comes to my mind is the old saw about how to survive in a tough neighborhood — act crazier than a hopped-up loon. No one wants to cross the crazy guy.
Of course, neither will the neighborhood generally unite to elect the crazy guy to the city council.
Palin will resign, she says, at the end of the month. Yeah, Larry Craig promised to resign, too.
Grandmother’s ghost said I should check to see whether she’s been to Argentina lately. Now she’s quietly singing “Don’t cry for me, Wasilla.”
At least she didn’t say “You won’t have Sarah Palin to kick around anymore.” Since Richard Nixon, that line’s been better reserved for zombie movies.