Sarah Palin is touring rural America in a chauffeur-driven Lexus. Suddenly a cow jumps out into the road, they hit it and the car comes to a stop.
Mrs Palin, in her usual charming manner, says to the chauffeur: "You get out and check - you were driving."
The chauffeur gets out, checks and reports that the animal is dead.
"You were driving; go and tell the farmer!" says Mrs Palin.
Five hours later, the chauffeur returns disheveled, drunk out of his head and with a big grin on his face.
"Goodness! What happened to you," asks Mrs Palin.
The chauffeur replies: "When I got there, the farmer opened his best bottle of whiskey, his wife gave me a slap up meal and their daughter made love to me.
What on earth did you say?" asks his boss.
"I knocked on the door, and when they answered I said to them, 'I'm Sarah Palin's chauffeur and I've just killed the cow.'"
The occasional rantings of an aging liberal Christian on his faith, his church (Episcopal), politics, the criminal justice system and other momentary indulgences.
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