Parasailing With Sarah Palin

Maybe you're pulled by a distant boat. Maybe you jump from a cliff. But suddenly you're airborne, and your game is to see how long you can stay up there.

Gravity attracts. So you want to find updrafts. You look for hot air rising.

Your baggage pulls you down. You told them when they picked you that you had baggage. "Just scream louder", they said. As the baggage gets heavier and heavier, you fall. The bright bird flittering about becomes a squawky scolder on a limb.

And now you have fallen off the limb.

The nice man who invited you to fly back in August has scolded your followers for believing what you said. Your home government has scolded you for using your heroic gubernatorial powers to smite your ex-brother-in-law.

Mitt Romney stands in the wings. Wearing his wings.