When Sarah Palin was a little girl her father was watching her playing in the garden. He smiled as he reflected on how sweet and pure his little girl was. Tears formed in his eyes as he thought about her seeing the wonders of nature through such innocent eyes.

Suddenly she just stopped and stared at the ground. He went over to her to see what work of God had captured her attention. He noticed she was looking at two crane flies mating.

'Daddy, what are those two spiders doing?' she asked.

'They're mating,' her father replied.

'What do you call the spider on top?' she asked.

'That's not a spider it's a Daddy Longlegs,' her father answered.

'So, the other one is a Mummy Longlegs?' Sarah asked.

As his heart soared with the joy of such a cute and innocent question he replied, 'No dear. Both of them are Daddy Longlegs.'

Sarah, looking a little puzzled, thought for a moment, then said, 'Well, we're not having any of that gay shit in our garden,' and stamped them both to death.



  1. Um, MadPriest, you know I *never* do this: please take that PhotoShop down (was reading about the brutal murder of Yet Another Transwoman just yesterday. Don’t need the visual).

  2. …and it’s not funny, just as it’s not funny living with the threat of her hanging over us. I already have to walk on eggshells around my middle brother and his wife but when I found they are Palin fans – in the bosom of my own family! – I felt, well, violated. And they were all, Oh? what’s wrong with her? Which means they know what’s wrong with her and they’re proud of it.

    Definitely not funny.

  3. Oh, I think Jonathan has a pretty good clue how batshit insane Palin is.

    Meanwhile, I think some kind of “escape from America” committee should be founded, to help people ditch the US because these crazies are getting, well, too crazy.

    Esp. people like Joe and I, who actually don’t meet immigration criteria even to get into Canada. ALL of us need help getting out of here.