Sarah Palin is a crass, manipulative bitch.

The woman is without a shred of class: A trashy, skanky, pseudo-folksy, schmaltzy, mess of a woman. Watching that debate was like swimming in a pool of congealed yuck. Strictly lowest common denominator goo.

If we are dumb enough - as a nation, that is - to buy into that load of crap that is collectively known as McCain/Palin, then we certainly deserve a depression. Those two are like a plate of yesterday's mashed potatoes, with a layer of shredded velvetta and High Fructose Corn Syrup on top, microwaved for thirty seconds, and then left under a heat lamp for four hours.

Actually, they're worse. That would probably just make you sick. McCain/Palin might actually kill you. I know that they're done nothing good for my blood pressure.

But enough of that. Let's enjoy this little tribute to a much better - and eons more tasteful - mother. A mother who wouldn't even pretend to enjoy hockey. One of my more ill-chosen role models, Lucille Bluth...