Gay political pundit Andrew Sullivan got so worked up over yesterday's release of Sarah Palin's memoirs, he stopped blogging. I can totally relate — I had to stop the Roundup for a day or two there to prepare for Amanda's return to Melrose Place last night:
No, in truth, our absence this week was due to something even bitchier — a suprisingly nasty computer virus that, after two weeks, went rogue like Palin, seen here attacking her former potential son-in-law Levi Johnston for his eagerly awaited Playgirl spread this weekend:
Watching her say "porn" with as much acid as she can drip from her fangs makes me laugh as hard as I did over a recent study that the Catholic Church paid over $2 million for — a study to prove that their child molestation scandals were caused exclusively by gay men, a study that proved exactly the opposite. There'll be few extra collection plates being passed around this Sunday.
Let Palin be as cold as Alaska itself while she's out flogging her book — we'd rather pay attention to the sunny queens of Bondi Beach, Australia: