You Can See Park Slope From Here

It's easy to forget that this woman, sidewalk-defeated and leaking mania from every pore, who just sued the NY Times five years after they already apologized for running an article that insinuated her proudly violent but not specifically violent-enough rhetoric might have had real time consequences, the judge more or less suggesting she take her stack of blank but legalistic-looking papers, '77 Frampton shades, and jacket that appears to be the discarded, Cuervo-stained drapes from an Oakland Raiders-themed bachelor party, and go back to Wasilla, where she could much more profitably accept a job as a Jack Palance impersonator, yes, THIS WOMAN was once a compromised John McCain whisper away from being the most powerful person in the world.