She demands to see her Republican opponent’s marriage license (how could he be married, as all decent people must be, if his “wife” had a different name?)—but won’t release her mysterious fifth child’s birth certificate?
All of this feels really smarmy, but that’s because Palin feels really smarmy. We’ve been forced to lay down with that dog and now we’re covered with fleas. How can someone so compromised stand on the threshold of the American presidency?