How the mighty 85-year-old Henry the K has fallen from his days chasing Jill
St. John and running the world to his hour briefing of a 44-year-old Wasilla
hockey mom who may end up running the world.
I'll forgive her, though, just for coining "apocalipstick."
It’s sort of like villagers in those old movies who bring in the
wizened witch doctor to shake a stick over them.