One more Sarah Palin shot for the road? Okay. This one comes from Newsweek (via Us Weekly): According to senior McCain people (they never get sick of throwing this bitch under the bus apparently), Palin went far beyond what the campaign had in mind for her when it came to that controversial wardrobe of hers. "While publicly supporting Palin, McCain's top advisers privately fumed at what they regarded as her outrageous profligacy," the magazine reports. "One senior aide said that [McCain spokesperson] Nicolle Wallace had told Palin to buy three suits for the convention and hire a stylist. But instead, the vice presidential nominee began buying for herself and her family--clothes and accessories from top stores such as Saks Fifth Avenue and Neiman Marcus.
According to two knowledgeable sources, a vast majority of the clothes were bought by a wealthy donor, who was shocked when he got the bill."
But wait, it gets better - apparently, Palin also ran up bills on the credit cards of "low-level" McCain staffers. "One aide estimated that she spent 'tens of thousands' more than the reported $150,000, and that $20,000 to $40,000 went to buy clothes for her husband. An angry aide characterized the shopping spree as 'Wasilla hillbillies looting Neiman Marcus from coast to coast.'"
Wasillabillies?
And where, you might ask, was Mr. Maverick McCain during all this? Spelunking in his own asshole, apparently. "McCain himself rarely spoke to Palin during the campaign, and aides kept him in the dark about the details of her spending on clothes because they were sure he would be offended," Newsweek says. McCain's people got a measure of revenge on Sarah though - by shutting her out on election night. "Palin asked to speak along with McCain at his Arizona concession speech Tuesday night," sources say, "but campaign strategist Steve Schmidt vetoed the request."
Now we know why she was crying last night at the concession speech - the shopping spree was over. It's back to the Anchorage consignment shop for Sarah and the brood. McCain regrets picking this moose-murdering cooze with every fiber of his mummy-armed being - you just know it.
