Was this a Joe Namath-Suzy Kolber situation?  

Well, if it had been the Lt. Gov of Alaska instead of the clueless Gov, she would have replied, "Mr. President, you do know, don't know, that I can castrate a calf?"

"I'm supposed to pose again" is her campaign slogan, right?

Did everyone see the CBS interview with Palin?

Sweet Jesus, seriously...sweet Jesus.

“You are so nice,” Ms. Palin replied. “Thank you.”

The ease with which she responded shows this is a woman who has had a lifetime of experience being judged first and foremost for her looks and how she evidently used it for her personal advancement. I guess she is good at one thing, hitting her mark and looking pretty.

Watching Sarah Palin's heart-to-heart with Katie Couric , I have a couple of gentle suggestions for

Did he try to give her a massage?

I see an October suprise coming. Pakistani widower on the make meets hot babe from Alaska. A few phone calls, ostensibly to discuss terrorism and Pakistan's tortuous path to some kind of stable state, maybe even a democratic one. The conversations become increasingly intimate - not necessarily intentionally - it's more a case where friendly banter leads to harmless flirting which leads to conversations which can't easily be repeated to one's spouse. Text messages begin to clog their phones. The governor announces plans to visit Pakistan, noting that "John McCain has always described Afghanistan and Pakistan (which are right next to each other! I bet Obama doesn't know that!) as the front lines of the War on Terror - he's sending me there to sort things out."

Despite the torrid messages, the widower seems a little cool, a little "all business", when the governor arrives. The governor wonders if she got carried away, and begins to think that her life on the far west of nowhere, with a husband who didn't get a passport unitl he had to visit Seattle, may not be all that bad. She feels her face flush when it appears that the widower is twinkling a little too much while trading pleasantries with a journalist from Al Jazeera (a sports journalist, no less!). As the dishes being cleared after the state dinner, and the governor starts to look forward to reading her briefing book while drifting off to sleep, she feels a hand on her shoulder and a mild electric charge. "I'm sorry I've been so inattentive, Governor. Sometimes the affairs of state must yield to affairs of state. I think think it would benefit both our countries if we had a private tete-a-tete back at the presidential palace."

The governor is not sure what a tete-a-tete is - she knows it's probably something a married woman shouldn't do with another man, but there's enough uncertainty, enough of a chance that it's a wholly innocent activity, that she can accept the offer in good conscience. If the worst happens, she can tell herself and her husband that she was tricked into it, and by the time she knew what was going on, it was too late to back out without creating an international incident in a nuclear-armed country that's so far from America that it cannot be seen from any state.

She arrives at the palace, after a brief freshening up, and after applying, a little hesitantly and guiltily, some of that perfume that drives her husband wild when he returns from the Slope after a 28 day tour. The widower's staff set out tea and "bisquits" (which look like cookies and crackers to the governor) and then glide away, leaving the two world leaders alone. The conversation begins stiffly, but before too long the two are flirting more heavily than they ever did long distance. Nature takes over, and almost before they knew it had begun, they had consummated the act of love.

Immediately, the governor thinks "I wish I hadn't put off filling that prescription for birth control pills." Sure enough, a few days later she feels a human life stirring inside her - a feeling that's confirmed a few days later by a pregnancy test. She calls the widower, and both agree that their religions allow them only one option - marriage. "Suck that, Sarkozy!" says the widower. "Carla may be able to sing, but the governor can kill and field-dress a moose." "Suck that, Elites", says the governor. "Now that I'm the glamorous spouse of an international leader, I can look down on you from above, instead of from below, like I used to."

Movement conservatives go wild! "As we've said all along, only someone with close ties to the Muslim world can lead us in this time of dire need. Obama's not a Muslim - he wishes! - our Veep is going to have a Muslim baby! (I think you can see the beginnings of a moustache on the sonograms!) We'll invite bin Laden to the christening (or whatever they do) and while he's there, we'll get the governor to convince him to stop jihadding against the West and go after the real enemy - the provincial and unsophistated Liberal Elite Wannabees who've been ruining this country the last eight years."

The guy's wife gets assassinated and he doesn't waste much time looking around.  Ewww.

Amazing stuff, Geoff G.   Just: brilliant.

Kudos Geoff... Comment of the Week, say I.

“If he’s insisting,” Mr. Zardari said, “I might hug.”

While amusing, I would like to point out, before the neocon blogosphere goes ape,  that Palin's allure to leaders of other countries is NOT a qualification for POTUS!

You're killing me Geoff! Top notch Dime Store stuff.

Geoff, rock on.

A better scenario would be to use Palin as a honeypot to compromise loverboy and maybe a few of his ISI colleagues into revealing sensitive info on Pakistan's pro-Taliban double dealings, military maneuvers etc.

Tep, that's for Barracuda II, the sequel. We make it where Palin seduces Achamdinejad and it writes itself.