Looks like David Letterman wins again.
He apologized for his nasty joke about Sarah Palin’s daughters a few weeks back.
But now that’s water under the bridge to nowhere.
Wednesday night he once again weighed in to Palin, who announced she would resign as governor of Alaska at the end of the month.
This time Letterman got on Palin’s case because she was still out there, y’know, making news while fishin.’
The best late night talk show around host joked (apparently) that he was having naughty thoughts about Palin being decked out in waders, the garb fisherman sometimes wear.
This opens up a whole new avenue of apparel jokes for Dave (he seems to have an obsession with clothes — his production company is called Worldwide Pants.)
Hillary Clinton may be breathing a sigh of relief here, since Letterman won’t be making as many pantsuits jokes now that he’s got wader jokes to wear out.
Palin can capitalize, too. She needs work:
“Do I wear Wasilla Waders when I’m out there catchin’ fish with Todd and the gang? You bet’cha! Be a real American and sport a pair of these humdingers. They’re the kind Ronald Reagan would’ve worn, if he ever went fishin.’ “
Actually, Palin did look kind of hot in the outfit.
She is a wilderness woman.
And a grandma to boot (a GILF?)
If she was a Democrat women would be sportin’ those waders to all kinds of events.
Palin was mercifully attacked because she is a Republican.
But don’t go blamin’ that darn gaul media for everything — especially when you host them for your fishing outing after you attack them for treating you like you were some dumb former beauty queen who got into politics and can’t name a Supreme Court decision besides Roe v. Wade.
New today — Levi Johnston, the guy who knocked up Bristol Palin and made the Thrilla from Wasilla a young granny, says while still in the Palins’ graces in December, he heard the Thrilla say it would be peachy-keen to take advantage of lucrative deals being wiggled in front of her like bait on a hook — you know, like book deals and a reality show.
Truth of the matter is, there could never be enough of the Alaskan Avalance of Awesomeness.
She’s America’s sweetheart. A national treasure.
A punchline waiting to happen — no matter what she does.
Some celebrities — and yes, GOP, she’s a celeb— have that kind of appeal.
Rod Blagojevich, Martha Stewart, Bernie Madoff, the guy who was on “Baywatch.”
Remember during the presidential campaign when the McCain forces ran the ad with Obama and added Britney Spears and Paris Hilton in it?
Fact of the matter is, Palin is the political world’s Britney and Paris.
Only more dangerous with an assasult rifle.
Palin was the only person who could actually make news during the two weeks of mourning news networks set aside for Michael Jackson.
She is, after all, a Thrilla herself.
John McCain is still being criticized for bringing her on to the national stage and unleashing her blind patriotism and hokiness onto the public.
They will tell you that picking Palin — his first major decision as a presidential candidate — proved he was too impulsive.
We ought to be thanking McCain everyday for his discovery.
She’s better than anyone who has found success because of their time on “American Idol.”
Palin is the happy accident always waiting to happen.
The nation is her banana peel.
But she’s having more fun than we are at her expense.
Anybody who can play the media like she does deserves to get it while she can.
No, Gov. Sanford, that’s not your cue.