Sunday, July 5, 2009
I'll admit it... I'm envious.
Yesterday I wrote that Sarah Palin is through. Stick a fork in her, she's done, I wrote.
Let me clarify. She's through as a viable candidate for public office. We aren't through hearing about her.
God may love us, but He doesn't love us that much.
After all, the press still lets us know what that useless nobody Joe the Plumber is up to, and the public has shown much more interest in Caribou Barbie than they have in that unemployed loser.
As for evidence that the Wasilla based soap opera is not through, the always reliable Page Six of the New York Post reports the Levi Johnston is looking for a book deal, according to his bodyguard/publicist Tank.
I'm very rarely envious of the rich, and even less envious of the famous. To be famous but not rich sounds like the worst of all possible worlds. But reading this story, I found myself nearly overcome with desire for what another possesses.
I dearly want a bodyguard/publicist named Tank. I want it so much I yearn.
And, gentle reader, I suspect in your heart of hearts, you yearn for it, too.