Some time ago, when the campaign trail was cluttered and looking hot, Hillary Clinton took a shot of whiskey, knocked back a few beers at Bronko's Restaurant and Lounge with her Indiana staff, and looked as if she was just waiting for somebody to select Sweet Child Of Mine on the jukebox.
And you know what? I loved it. I was all, "That's my dawg!", and "Get em shawty!"
Republican Vice Presidential nominee Sarah Palin watches last night's Town Hall Debate at an Irish Pub on Walnut Street in downtown Philadelphia [I'm assuming with Joe Six-Pack and his homies], and I, well, my eyes roll, and I suck my teeth. Not really sure why? Natural insticts I guess.
Jonathan Martin over at Politico reports:
"Fresh off an afternoon jog along the Schuylkill River, Sarah Palin stopped by a debate watching party at The Irish Pub on Walnut Street in downtown Philadelphia. It was an invite-only event that pulled in about 450 McCain supporters who had been drinking and eating for several hours before the candidate arrived (around 7:20PM EST). It was Palin's first campaign stop in Philadelphia this cycle...
Two of Palin's senior advisers pulled up a chair to the bar to down a couple pints of stout.
Palin entered the bar after the press pool was pre-positioned in the rear of the venue. Donning a red Phillies jacket that was purchased for her earlier in the day, Palin came in to a loud roar, and the bar quickly descended into a mob scene. She was dressed casually, wearing jeans, a brown leather belt with a leopard-print buckle, and a white t-shirt underneath the Phillies jacket that read "Sarahcuda."
The governor was also sporting an odd, psychadelic "John McCain 2008" button that a supporter had given her."
-Sigh-
Politicians. They're just like us.*
*[Right? This ain't a game, right? This is the real Sarah, right? This whole 'let's view the debates from a pub' thing is her being real, and not pandering to her people and/or constituents, right?]
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