A Contest Made for Roasters.  Are You Up to the Challenge?

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Slate has announced a contest obviously conceived and written with us in mind - Write Like Sarah Palin!  Slate explains:

What is the single worst sentence in Sarah Palin’s Going Rogue? According to Slate’s Going Rogue index, it comes on Page 102: “As the soles of my shoes hit the soft ground, I pushed past the tall cottonwood trees in a euphoric cadence, and meandered through willow branches that the moose munched on.” Michiko Kakutani of the New York Times didn’t have to read past the first paragraph for her nomination: “I breathed in an autumn bouquet that combined everything small-town America with rugged splashes of the Last Frontier.”

These sentences have the markings of what might be called the high Palin style (her writing, as opposed to her speeches): multiple references to local flora and fauna, heavy use of PSAT vocabulary, slightly defensive tone, difficult-to-parse meaning.

Do you think you can write like Sarah Palin? If so, we want to hear from you. The goal is to write a sentence that could be mistaken for one from her book. Keep it to a single sentence of fewer than 150 words and send your entry to .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address) by Wednesday. We’ll publish our favorites later in the week.

Go and do the needful* troops and report your results back here in comments.  Obviously, after this and the Weblog Awards, 2009 will be remembered as the year of the Rumproast.

*In honor of our hosting the Indian Prime Minister and his wife, I have shared a common Indian phrase used frequently by my co-workers in Bangalore.

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What do they mean by “by” Wednesday?

Does that mean midnight tonight, or EOD tomorrow? I need specific deadlines, dammit. I’m under a lot of pressure here.

Dunno. I’ll try and find out.

Don’t kill yourself, gimme. I was just being ugly and contrarian—which is what we Stormfront-type male-supremacists like to do.

Don’t kill yourself, gimme. I was just being ugly and contrarian—which is what we Stormfront-type male-supremacists like to do.

And I was trying to be a MAN.

Will the winning entry be recited by William Shatner on Conan O’Brien? That would just be all kinds of awesome.

Okay, here’s my entry:

Eschewing the elitist institutions and having embraced instead the American values embodied as they are in small-town state college campuses in Real America, sampling several, my heart flopped in my chest with pride like an Aleutian Islands-caught Halibut as I was also proud of having embraced the everyday American experience at no less than three fruited plain locations in Idaho and a frontier college in wild and wonderful Alaska after experiencing the exotic environment in Hawaii, which is not a part of the Lower 48 nor the Alaska frontier – in fact, I’m not sure it is even a state since “Lower 48” plus “Alaska” equals 49, so it’s no wonder they are incapable of producing proper US birth certificates.

Betty, that is perfect.

Will the winning entry be recited by William Shatner on Conan O’Brien? That would just be all kinds of awesome.

I’m actually hoping for it to be a bonus track on the long-awaited re-release (digitally enhanced) of this album.

On campaign last year I smelt in the American people a hunger for change no matter how small, achy for a new kind of leadership, and dog gone tired of uppity Ivy League types running around this country like it’s their own.

I’m going to assign this to my class of high school sophomores.  They already write like this without any effort.

As I listened to the lapping of the lake, the sound of the loons summoning their mates to their nests and the blue of the Alaskan state flower the forget-me-not, I was reminded that only a country truly blessed by God could boast of such beautiful vistas; I thought, surely He wants more from me, more than just commitment to my family, more than tireless service to the proud descendants of the valiant pioneers who first journeyed so far north to make a future for their families with little more than a determination to make their mark on this the last great free land in this the great land of the free.

And now if you will excuse me, I feel dirty and must bathe.

Hunger, you can’t possibly win because you used a semicolon correctly.

Crikey dick, she sounds like Coach from Survivor!

I don’t know if I can put myself in either of their heads to enter.

Don’t I need a ghostwriter for this?

Christopher Guest should cast Sarah Palin in his next movie. She would be brilliant.

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