So I am back in my home-country, visiting my parents out in Northern California, a land that still brims with delicious tomatoes on-the-vine and any number of other tasty summer vegetable which has long since departed from Boston where I now get my mail. (if you can’t tell already, I have been both amazed and frustrated by the lovely weather my parents get to enjoy. I called my boyfriend this afternoon and told him I might not come back after I experienced the sheer joy of plucking a Black Krim tomato off the vine in my mother’s garden and biting down… it was simply amazing.)
Anyways, this is all lovely, but the REAL reason I am writing right now is because my mother tipped me off to a delightful letter my father received this fall from none other than Sarah Palin. It’s a fundraising letter (of course) and my dad never opened it, but we did, and I have loaded it onto this post:
Take a close look at the letter–because what my mother and I noticed was that somebody needs to learn what a little something called a spellcheck is. Because if whoever they paid to write or edit this had simply clicked a button, they would have learned that “Wendnesday” is spelled “Wednesday”…. very simple, the first words at the top of the page. I have no idea how many people this got sent to, but it is a bit embarrassing, if I do say so myself.
There’s a grand tradition of Republican running mates who cannot spell, going all the way back to Dan Quayle.
Not that I’m one to cast asperssions.
Ben