So yesterday a friend of mine who is one of those star struck, Marxist, liberal, asshole asked me about Sarah Palin, focusing on how little we know about her time in college. My blood pressure spiked, because naturally her history – or lack thereof – is far less murkier than Barack Obama's. But it didn't seem to matter, because no matter what you have against the man, it just doesn't stick.
Seriously, the man isn't a presidential candidate – he's a really hot chick.
You know what I mean, right?
You know how when a friend starts dating some girl – let's say a stripper with top of the line implants and a truly remarkable skill involving the projection of ping pong balls – he overlooks everything else. She could be spreading chlamydia like a Jehovah Witness unloading a case of Watchtowers, and it won't matter. Blinded by her beauty, he lets her get away with everything, until your buddy is left broken and broke – riddled with disease, sleeping in your garage and convinced a mob boyfriend wants him dead.
I'm not saying Barack is anywhere near that bad. I'm just saying that when it comes to the media, he possesses that impenetrable force field that every hot chick has – and no matter what you say or do to convince obsessed fans otherwise – it won't work. Face it: if you found out that your new girlfriend, who happened to be Megan Fox - worked with Acorn, hung around with Ayers, and used to do coke back in college – would you care?
Of course you wouldn't! It's Megan Fox!!!
Congratulations: you're now the New York Times.
