I went to bed Tuesday night, a good, liberal woman — radio tuned to NPR, issues of New Yorkers stacked high on the nightstand, and socialist thoughts of government takeovers lulling me to sleep.
I woke Wednesday morning to my worst nightmare: the cloning of Sarah Palin.
Sometime during the night, “disenfranchised” Tea Party voters rolled out its Beta version of Mama Grizzly 2.0. No longer was there one shrill pit bull in lipstick yelping “You betchas!” There were now two.
Where was Murphy Brown when you needed her?