Sarah Palin is back on tour. She's still bragging about her choice to deliver her baby with Down's Syndrome and still trying to deny that choice to everyone else. Her daughter couldn't even manage a shotgun wedding. It was a shotgun engagement that lasted all of Grandma's Vice Presidential campaign. But we're not supposed to talk about that.

Palin reminds me of the heavy metal band Bang Tango. They were as talented as any other eighties band. Their spandex was just as tight and their hair just as big. Their "tattered" blue jeans were meticulously sculpted into just as many perfect, parallel little rows. They deserved at least as much success as dozens of other bands, but they were late to the party. By the time they debuted in 1989, hair metal had all but played itself out. Then along came Pearl Jam and Nirvana to seal the coffin.

Sarah Palin is no more or less talented, articulate, intelligent and attractive than George W. Bush was. Her daddy was a nobody, but other than that, she's just as good. But Palin was late to the party. It was only after 8 years experience with W that voters found her embarrassingly unqualified to be President, and frankly just a little bit frightening.

Meanwhile, it looks like Bang Tango is opening for Skid Row, May 9 here in Phoenix.