Well, I’ve thought about it for a couple days, and there are a range of possibilities.
One, another five-inch heel is about to drop, and she split before she had to quit.
Two, somehow she thinks this will help her in running for president in 2012, given that she can start making speeches and raising money and hanging out in Iowa now. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! You go, girl! (Shithead.)
Three, she’s pregnant again, this time with the Weekly World News’s alien baby.
Four, some enchanted evening, hers and Mark Sanford’s eyes met across a crowded room at some Rotarian rubber chicken dinner.
Five, she’s in deep mourning for Michael Jackson and just can’t go on, man!
But the one I’m leaning towards is six, she’s just plain batshit crazy, and boy are we lucky she never became vice-president. To wit: WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING JOHN MCCAIN? WAS THIS THE ULTIMATE END RESULT OF SOME FIENDISHLY CLEVER MANCHURIAN CANDIDATE INDOCTRINATION IN A NORTH VIETNAMESE PRISON CAMP?
Whatever. Bye, Sarah. Don’t let the door hit ya where the….
*sound of door slamming*