I’ve resisted the occasional urge to write something about the pretend politicians Sarah Palin and Donald Trump because I don’t think they’re worth the ink, so to speak. Now, maybe I’m just ignoring reality and pretending that life is the way I wish it were, but in the grand scheme of things what do these people add to the constructive dialogue of American civic life?
Why give them the attention they’re screaming for?
Donald Trump was never running for president, he was promoting his television show…which exists only to promote him. Self-promotion isn’t the worst thing in the world, I grant you, but it’s not especially attractive. Sarah Palin? Well, it’s not her fault John McCain chose her as his running mate, and she’s not the first (or last) ignorant self-involved demagogue to come down the pike. That these two enjoy a certain popularity with self-described conservatives is owed more to the fact that they are not Barack Obama than it is to anything either of them stands for or has ever done. And the fact that we hear so much about them is more evidence of the ongoing betrayal of the public interest that David Shaw identified as “the four horsemen of the journalistic apocalypse: superficiality, sensationalism, preoccupation with celebrity, and obsession with the bottom line.”
But today I can’t resist, because Palin and Trump were the jumping-off point for a(n) hilarious Jon Stewart rant in defense of New York pizza!
HEY, IT'S PAT RYAN'S BLOG! 
As a long-time NY pizza eater I have to confirm Mr. Stewart’s position: one-handed, folded lengthwise…anything else is an affront to good people everywhere.
Yeah, even the people from Chicago with their delicious, forkish deep dish. (How many “m”s in Mmmmm?)