The breakfast table at Chez Buce is in unanimous agreement that today's Maureen--on Sarah Palin's new book--is the dullest ever. Seems that when the Beltway Queen of Snark meets the Wasilla Whiner, she really can't figure out what to do with her. Maureen ia reduced to trying to figure out ways in which the two are alike, and in fact, she finds quite a few. They both won VFW Writing Contests for Children. They both read Animal Farm (no kidding?). They both watched Sound of Music.
In short, a big yawn, with one possible exception. That is: maybe they are actually alike, in the sense that political adversaries are often more alike than they or we might notice at first blush. Think Bill Clinton and Newt Gingrich: those guys could probably fill each other's suits. The presence of the two together in one room is bound to suck the oxygen out of everything in sight. A little boomlet, like matter and anti-matter. Might be interesting to see what would happen if they traded places: plump Sarah down in the columnisgt's bullpen at the Times Washington bureau and send Maureen up in a helicopter with a Moose gun. Would anybody notice?
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