I’m not sure what’s most brilliant — the way Palin’s own babbling sounds a bit like the turkeys? The oddball way the guy keeps turning and checking her out over his bloody work? The genius of doing a chirpy TV interview framed as a two-shot with mundane slaughter? Add it all up, and it’s damn near performance art.
By 2010, they’ll be nominating stoats dressed in ermine and wearing little crowns.