It Was a Dark and Stormy Night...

The totally rational fear of Sarah Palin by the left is reminiscent of those who stomp on every snake they see in apprehension that this particular one might be venomous. With her ability to connect with common people in America who still like moms, our flag and apple pie, she should give them pause, but they need to temper their strikes with a bit of caution.

Here Jonah Goldberg highlights a little test of the knee-jerks run at Slate.com:

Simply Pathetic Writing Skill Displayed

This is pretty bad writing:

"The apartment was small, with slanting floors and irregular heat and a buzzer downstairs that didn't work, so that visitors had to call ahead from a pay phone at the corner gas station, where a black Doberman the size of a wolf paced through the night in vigilant patrol, its jaws clamped around an empty beer bottle."

For Gov. Palin to conjure a Doberman the size of a wolf would be to deny her Alaskan background. For anyone to suggest a dog carrying around a beer bottle would be indicative of never having been around a canine before. To suggest that you could have a phone but not two bucks to fix the doorbell probably means a welfare mentality--"when's the government going to do that for me..."

So, it isn't strange that one of the Palin-phobes offered this insight:

"That sentence by Sarah Palin could be entered into the annual Bulwer-Lytton bad writing contest. It could have a chance at winning a (sic) honorable mention, at any rate."

But, then Goldberg drops the punch-line:

But soon, the original contributor confessed: "I probably should have mentioned that the sentence quoted above was not written by Sarah Palin. It's taken from the first paragraph of Dreams From My Father, written by Barack Obama."

Now that is simply funny!