Palin’s prose polarises presidential policies

Sorry, what? Has someone broken Google translate? Lumps of words all stuck together and chewed up, then kind of randomly spat out? No, it’s worse than that. It’s Sarah Palin, who has been allowed in front of a microphone again.
Just when you thought Donald Trump’s campaign couldn’t get any more horror-show, he wheels her out, unleashing an incoherent gibberish of jingoism, albeit presented slightly more telegenically — ice rink botox and brown fake tan — than an orange faced ranting toupee ever could. Although at least with Trump’s raging cab-driver schtick, it’s a stream of unpleasant consciousness. His fear-mongering hatespeak is at least semi-coherent. Kind of.