Stimulus/Response Watch: THAT WOMAN.

Seldom does the universe line up so perfectly. Jonah Goldberg:

Slate magazine is just one of the countless media outlets convulsing with St. Vitus’ Dance over that demonic succubus Sarah Palin. In its reader forum, The Fray, one supposed Palinophobe took dead aim at the former Alaska governor’s writing chops, excerpting the following sentence from her book:

“The apartment was small, with slanting floors and irregular heat and a buzzer downstairs that didn’t work, so that visitors had to call ahead from a pay phone at the corner gas station, where a black Doberman the size of a wolf paced through the night in vigilant patrol, its jaws clamped around an empty beer bottle.”

Other readers pounced like wolf-sized Dobermans on an intruder. One guffawed, “That sentence by Sarah Palin could be entered into the annual Bulwer-Lytton bad writing contest. It could have a chance at winning a (sic) honorable mention, at any rate.”

Click through for the punchline; but you know it already, don’t you?

Via Ed Driscoll, via Sarah Palin’s Uterus – and if you were wondering whether the latter was vicious mockery of the Online Left or not, well: stop wondering. It is.

Moe Lane

Crossposted to Moe Lane.