I know. I know. By now you think I’ve got an obsession with the former mayor of Wasilla, Alaska. It’s not true. No, it’s not. Until you mention her name and “President of the United States” in the same breath. Unless you say “That ain’t no way Sarah Palin is going to be President of these United States.”

But the proof of my continued lowest expectations of this former half governor continues to roll in daily. I don’t go looking for it. It’s just there!

Latest evidence of “she ain’t got a clue.”

She was in Massachusetts this week. Made a stop in the village where Paul Revere – in the knowledge base of nearly all American second graders – lived and made his famous ride.

In the respected Katie Couric tradition of asking gotcha” questions, one of the breathless reporters in her wake asked what she thought of Paul Revere. Now that’s really down and dirty.

Her response – word for word: “He who warned, uh, the British that they weren’t gonna be takin’ away our arms, uh, by ringing those bells, and um, makin’ sure as he’s riding his horse through town to send those warning shots and bells that we were going to be sure and we were going to be free, and we were going to be armed.”

As Hillary Clinton queried three years ago, “Who do you want answering the phone when it rings in the White House at 3 a.m.?”

I don’t think the historically challenged Alaskan could find the phone at 3 a.m..

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