Since Wasilla, Alaska leapt onto the national stage six weeks ago alongside its adorable former mayor, I have wondered what this tiny town was like. In my mind's eye, I pictured a friendly, folksy enclave in the midst of a wild, breathtaking expanse of frozen tundra.
Apparently, I was wrong. From the looks of Wasilla, it's just another racist hick stronghold with a fondness for drinking and crystal meth. Judge for yourself: