No, she's not getting married in a boat.  Anyone who correctly locates the general vicinity by name and comes up with a pithy quote gets a prize.

In a sense, it's a good fit.  I mean, can't see Sarah campaigning for Kay Bailey, can you?  Sarah Palin and the woman who was once described as a female version of George H.W. Bush, only without the personality?  But have you ever seen Rick Perry in the flesh?  He is one animated dude.  And then there's the folksiness quotient of this combo.  If there were a down-home Richter scale, a campaign event with the two of them would be a 9.0.

No interviews.  No "national scene" stuff.  No "speaking out" about issues you care about.

I'm tired of the drama.  I'm tired of "victim," although she, of all people, has a right to feel targeted.

The speech on the lawn on Friday was incoherent.  I've been baraged with stuff from "Team Sarah," from which I am unsubscribing.

I heard some of the most nauseating apologia about her "genius" from the die-hards.  Sorry: this is getting into the Celebrity Warp and I want no part of it.

If she works hard and proves herself, great.  But right now, the whole scene is a little too dramatic for me.  She needs to prove herself to be sensible and steady, and if she's really doing this for her family, why not hit the books half-days, and be a mom to the little ones, be a wife to Todd for the other half, and give them a break from the public eye for a few months?  Instead, she's writing on Facebook that the "inside" crowd and the media are holding her to a different standard and she's giving interviews on Fox.  Give me a break.  Please.

It's also a stupid idiom that the State Department couldn't translate correctly.

My mother, she of the Ph.D. in History, used to LOVE romance novels.  She's read all of the Barbara Cartland oeuvre in Portuguese, because, believe it or not, it's a great way to brush up on your idioms because the books are formulaic and repetitive.  I was the only person in all of my Portuguese classes in college who knew how to say, "Wrinkled her brow.." in Portuguese ("frangiu a testa," if you must know).  She once lent me a book that she thought was great- a historical bodice-ripper about an Irish princess who marries an icky nobleman against her will but is kidnapped along with her trusty Irish Wolfhound on her wedding night before her icky husband gets the goods, by pirates who rape her and take her to North Africa and sell her into white slavery ("...she comes with the dog! Two for one!  Now how much would you expect to pay for this feisty Gaelic gal?!") ... all by page 17.  I kid you not.  I couldn't finish it.  It was 700 pages long.

That's the only rule I can think of, but while I'm on the subject of Sanford the Transnational Adulterer (call him Sannie the Trannie for short):

I contend that "wise latina" is code for "homely and can't dance and therefore has to find other ways, like racial blackmail, to get attention of any kind." Therefore [How Do You Solve A Problem Like] Maria doesn't qualify.

Off hand, have any of you ever heard of a politician or famously unfaithful person go ga-ga over a complete dog? I just think it's mighty convenient that Mark Sanford's "soul mate" has such hot packaging. Maybe his soul is metaphysically linked to his ying-yang.

I see a career move for Mark Sanford.  It turns out one of his pre-The-Big-Nasty trysts was a coffee date at the Republican convention.

And re Mark Sanford, I wish I'd written this.  According to the AP interview, which lasted two days, he was highly emotional and cried a lot.  It reminds me of a commercial about identity theft where there's a hairy layabout with the voice of a young female ditz talking about buying a bustier.**  Mark Sanford is a grown man who's inner child is a hormonal teenaged girl who's found the keys to the car.  Pathetic.

** found it!

[h/t aelfheld]