These were my edited thoughts at NRO:
Palin too projects through the screen like crazy. I'm sure I'm not the only male in America who, when Palin dropped her first wink, sat up a little straighter on the couch and said, "Hey, I think she just winked at me." And her smile. By the end, when she clearly knew she was doing well, it was so sparkling it was almost mesmerizing. It sent little starbursts through the screen and ricocheting around the living rooms of America. This is a quality that can't be learned; it's either something you have or you don't, and man, she's got it.
The unedited version appears after the jump.
Palin too projects through the screen like crazy. She's like one of those women you see in public but can't have: pretty, smart, possessed of a pulse. I'm sure I'm not the only male in America who, when Palin dropped her first wink, sat up a little straighter on the couch and said, "Hey, I think she just winked at me." My roommate sat up straighter, too, and we both, next to each other on our apartment sofa, touched each other's essential straightness and agreed that Sarah was the reason. What else could explain our tumescent straightness? And her smile. By the end, when she clearly knew she was doing well, it was so sparkling it was almost mesmerizing. Just then, the doorbell rang, and the pizza delivery guy was also soon sitting straight up and mesmerized right along with us. It sent little starbursts through the screen and ricocheting around the living rooms of America. Fortunately, we had plenty of towels to wipe off all those starbursts, off each other and the TV screen. This is a quality that can't be learned; it's either something you have or you don't, and man, she's got it. And then we got it all over each other again. And again. God bless Sarah Palin.
Boom-wocka-wocka-wocka, boom-wocka-wocka-wocka