I mean, really, Sarah, you could have saved some of Jeff Larson's money - maybe even allowed him a few more robo-hate calls - if you had simply asked Michael Jackson for that red jacket.
Instead, you took your plain old hockey mom, Real America-lovin', snowmobilin' self to that snooty elite store where all those Washington insiders typically shop and dropped a few grand on a new one. Michael hasn't had a hit in 25 years, no doubt he could have used a few bucks and given you a good deal on the jacket.
But, hey, since you're gonna give that jacket and the rest of the 150 grand - or four years of Joe the Plumber's salary - you spent on some of them fancy duds from Saks and Neiman's and give them to charity, well, it's OK.
So, thanks Governor. Some out of work woman out there no doubt will want that red jacket over something socialist, like a little more money in their pockets or a job or some better health care.
You betcha!