Back to Reality
Wow, she's back to wearing her Alaska Walgreen's 3/$20 hoodie and having to carry around that prop grandson of hers.
Don't get me wrong, I ain't never birthed no babies myself, but I've held a lot of them and...aren't you supposed to support their little heads?
Poor, poor Sarah.
Having been exposed as a money-sucking grifter, she's gonna find it more difficult to skim money off the Alaskan taxpayers for incidentals like a stylist, 5 star hotels and couture fashions.
No more crushing paparazzi and daily front page stories in the national press media.
Katie Couric and Charlie Gibson have no more interest in interviewing her, now that she's back to being the Governor of a remote state with a population fewer than Santa Fe.
Now she's back to this:
Sigh. After the homespun "welcome home" display of inexpensive balloons and the little banner in her office are cleaned up and thrown away, she's back to sitting at her desk, beholding the love seat with the taxidermied dead bear draped over it.
It's over, princess.
The Republicans have used you and discarded you like a snotty, mascara-stained tissue.
Back to being Governor of Methlandia. Back to eating moose stew and shopping at the consignment shop. No more stretch limousines, baby, climb back on the back of Todd's snow machine and ride off into Alaska's 23 hours of winter darkness.