Don't load up the truck just yet, Granny

I think I’ve finally figured it out. Sarah Palin doesn’t realize that she’s trailer trash. And possibly some parts of America haven’t caught on yet either. But I was born in a trailer. I can smell it. Don't get me wrong. There’s no shame in my game. I own my roots. But obviously she’s in some sort of deluded fugue state in which she can’t see the pink flamingos and shotgun shell Santas.

To review the evidence - She has a veritable passel of kids. She goes to a Holy Roller church that is about one service away from snake handling. Her oldest is a teenager, who is pregnant, by a man who can’t hold a construction job, and his mother is on the hillbilly heroin. Sarah P. shoots animals from a helicopter, which is the rich cracker form of frog gigging. The woman is a Clampett.

And the biggest sign that she’s trailer trash? She doesn’t know when to shut up. She’s now engaged in a he said/she said with her daughter’s baby daddy. I’m fully expecting to see them on an episode of Cops, with her in a bathrobe and a kid on each hip on the front lawn of the Alaska governor’s mansion with a Kool hanging out of her mouth, yelling at Levi Johnson that they’re going to “lock your bleep ass up!”

And she doesn't seem to realize that while they may like her dirt road cred with middle America, the Republicans will never forgive a case of diarrhea of the mouth. She still seems to think that despite a track record that would put Anna Nicole's E! True Hollywood Story to shame, that she still has a shot at 2012. Don't let the last Republican scion fool you, Ms. Palin. George W. Bush may have acted like trailer trash on occasion, but he was really a rich boy slumming. Republicans may like their states red, but they prefer their blood blue.