TV Week reports today that a Wisconsin (naturally) man got up, fetched his rifle and pumped his television full of bullets after watching Bristol Palin's performance on Dancing with the Stars this past Monday night. He then turned the gun on his wife, driving her from the house and, after she called 911, holding the police at bay for 15 hours.
Perhaps he was spending that time phoning in his vote (my guess: not Palin).
It's only November and Crazy Man in a Small Town Season has only begun. Usually we have to wait for February and cabin fever to set in before this kind of thing happens. It's sort of like Ground Hog Day - you can tell how much longer the crazy will last if they see (and shoot) their shadow.
I have some suggestions for Mr. Trigger Happy.
First, I suggest he switch to decaf because apparently the Joe he's getting up there in the cheese state is clearly too much for him. Folgers can be harsh.
Second, I suggest he switch to How I Met Your Mother. Not a great show but watchable and certainly not bullet-worthy (unless they withhold the identity of the Mother for yet another season. In that case, Sir, I will 21 gun salute my Daewoo in solidarity).
Third, recognize and accept that Bristol has become Salome. She does the dance, the men are whipped up in a frenzy, the veils fly and Bristol, in a post Playgirl rage, screams "Bring me the head of Levi Johnston!" It's certainly better than the cries of "faggot" that her sister Willow made on Facebook the other day!
Welcome to Thursday! :)
