Glen Rice will now be known for two things: scoring tons of points in meaningless games and fucking the Pitbull in Lipstick! This is maybe the greatest piece of news I’ve ever seen. A new book coming out next week called Rogue: Searching for the Real Sarah Palin by Joe McGinniss makes a bunch of salacious claims about Palin’s life, including allegations that she had an affair with her husband’s business partner and snorted cocaine while snowmobiling (naturally). Of course, the little ditty about her and Glen Rice sharing a night together in Alaska while she was a sports reporter and he was a college junior is sure to be the one that grabs the most headlines.
There’s so many things in play here, I don’t know where to begin. For one, Palin apparently had a fetish for black men. Awesome. Secondly, a sports reporter bedding her subject? A little touchy but then kinda creepy when you find out he’s in college and she’s in her mid-20’s. Then, you find out it’s nine months before she married her husband. Bad form, Sarah, bad form. And lastly, it’s Glen fucking Rice! Could there have been a better choice for a random NBA superstar for Sarah Palin to fuck? Derrick Coleman? Mitch Richmond?
This has to kill Palin’s political career, right? You have drugs, you have infidelity, and you have Glen Rice. Nobody can ever take her seriously again. The only people that like her are insane Southerners anyway. They could probably defend the coke (she was young), and the cheating (everybody makes mistakes), but if there’s one thing dirty rednecks hate, it’s black people. “Oh my, Sarah Palin slept with a negro? I’m voting for Michele Bachmann? She’s the epitome of class and integrity.” As for me, I just can’t wait for the porn parody. Paging Lisa Ann and Mr. Marcus! Goodbye Sarah, we hardly knew you.