Fifteen-minute dingleberry, Levi Johnston, has shown what a verminous scumbag he is in Vanity Fair this week. Here are a few excerpts....
There wasn’t much parenting in that house. Sarah doesn’t cook, Todd doesn’t cook—the kids would do it all themselves: cook, clean, do the laundry, and get ready for school. Most of the time Bristol would help her youngest sister with her homework, and I’d barbecue chicken or steak on the grill.
She told me that once Bristol had the baby she and Todd would adopt him. That way, she said, Bristol and I didn’t have to worry about anything. Sarah kept mentioning this plan. She was nagging—she wouldn’t give up.
...she started talking about how nice it would be to quit and write a book or do a show and make “triple the money.” It was, to her, “not as hard.” She would blatantly say, “I want to just take this money and quit being governor.” She started to say it frequently, but she didn’t know how to do it.
The media hate Sarah Palin so much that they'll run literally anything, regardless of credibility, if they think it'll smear her. If an alien with three breasts from Mars visited Earth and had something nasty and unsubstantiated to say about Sarah Palin, they'd gleefully run that too. Anything that bashes Sarah Palin, the more unfair the story and the more unreliable the source, the better. The template is to harm Sarah Palin so, nothing else matters.
Levi the weasel had better hope Todd Palin doesn't catch him in a dark alley somewhere or, hell need a proctologist to get Todd's boot out of his rectum.