Once upon a time, when I lived in a small town in Australia, we had a woman who lived on the outskirts and she was called Mrs. White.
Mrs. White had really black hair and she wore a white coat and white boots and I’m not sure – I was thirteen at the time – but I got the distinct impression that she was godless and immoral.
Living in a family with five kids, we often used to fight. The worst insult that we could hurl at each other was – “You’re not one of us. We adopted you and Mrs. White is your real mother.”
Sarah Palin looks just like Mrs. White. A washed-up hooker.