I left a one-word comment. You'll never guess which word
I almost hate to write about this one simply because it brings attention to what they're doing and it'll give them free publicity, albeit negative. With the negative will come the libs / left / progressives / dems. (In case you're wondering why I keep using so many labels, it's cause if I use dems, they write and say they're libs; if I use libs, they write and say they're progressives. I figure I'll make sure I capture all the labels that are being used just so I don't miss anyone ;-)
They know that any time they use Sarah Palin's name, even if it's in a tacky, despicable way, they attract attention. The caricature they use of Sarah is hideous. If the tacky contest didn't show their true leanings, the caricature would clinch it.
Anywaze, here be the link to the tacky contest: http://www.theweek.com/article/comment/92113, and here be part of the tacky contest info:
Arts & Leisure
Friday, January 9, 2009
“What Next?” Contest: Sarah Palin
Every week, we’re asking readers to supply an imaginative twist to one of the recent news stories featured in The Week. Submissions should be emailed to email@example.com. Please include your name, address, and daytime telephone number for verification, and please type “Sarah Palin’’ in the subject line. Entries are due by 6 p.m. Eastern Time, Monday, Jan. 12. The winner will appear on the Puzzle Page of the magazine next week, as well as here, at TheWeek.com/WhatNext Friday, January 16th.
Prize: One year’s subscription to The Week
This week’s question: Sarah Palin is now fielding more than a dozen offers to write a book and 800 requests for interviews. But if a publisher commissioned a romance novel about her instead, how would that novel begin? (No more than five sentences, please.)
Sarah Palin sat down at the boardroom table and crossed her legs angrily as the political operative launched into his PowerPoint. “You need foreign-policy credentials, so we’re sending you abroad,” the dashing operative said. Frowning, Sarah shook her head so hard that soft brown tendrils tumbled from her bun, framing her face like a heart. “What I want to know,” she said, “is why I am being sent to that country with the kangaroos.” With a sigh, the operative replied, “You mean the country with The Sound of Music.”