Governor Palin's increasing mistrust of her handlers has managed to get the McCain strategic advisory committee's collective panties in a bunch. Palin's been freeballing it in a few debates, going off teleprompter and script, which has caused some ... er ... anxiety.
At a campaign stop on Thursday, Palin felt the need to defend rumors that the party had spent $150,000 on a VP worthy wardrobe, citing that the clothes "were not her property and "that she had to give them back." Give them back? To who? Maybe the handlers just went ape shit at the Macy's One-Day sale, held on to the veep receipts and plan to return the goods on 11/5. Hopefully she didn't plop a nice spoonful of moose stew on any of those I'm Too Sexy For This Party skirt suit combos.
I'm amazed that her going off script has actually seemed to boost the public's opinion, since we all know she sounds a lot like a guilty toddler who just took a stealth dump in the pants when attempting to talk to the media without scripted guidance.
I, for one, am fired up. Palin's inspired me to let it all hang out this week. I'm taking on the Rogue-A-Tude of someone who has nothing to lose, someone who believes that one should just tell it like it is and wink like you invented the wink, baby! In my next face to face meeting with clients, I think I'll take my new found rogueatude for a spin, like so:
Look, I have to be honest with you. I came here to give a powerpoint presentation about how incredble we are - and how essential we are to your bottom line. Truth be told, I just pounded a venti skim latte on an empty stomach and really need to find a bathroom, STAT. Don't you hate it when you get the rocket ass before presentations? I sure know I do. (*wink*)
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