Rohin Guha
November 12, 2009
All the telltale signs were there. The glint of crazy in her eye. The Sarah Palin fandom. The miscategorization of Michelle Obama and Sonia Sotomayor as granola-munching, ganja-smoking liberals. That initial ominous crease in her brow. Her cautious stern tone. Still, somehow we thought that when Carrie Prejean was going to have a sit-down with Larry King to try to shed a little light on the house of horrors that some neurologists would call her brain, we'd learn a thing or two. Instead all we got was an uppity equine neighing on about, "Oh woe is me! Why is the world so unfair! Why am I unable to understand the English language, Larry King! I'm so angry even though you're switching topics, I'm going to make a total shitshow of myself on national television and create a scene because Regina George was modeled in my image and buy my effing book okay? LOL."

