Legs, scenery, and Amens: Sarah Palin’s Alaska

I invited myself to D.E. Rasso’s place to watch Sarah Palin’s Alaska. It was every bit as vacuous and grating as Nancy Franklin says, and also filled with fundamentalist dog-whistle moments.

We wrote about it (after three bottles of wine) for The Awl.


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