This is a really short diary, consisting of a single photograph that I snapped on the street yesterday. It's just one of those "worth a thousand words" things, I guess. Take a look after the fancy orange squiggle!
That's it. Nothing more, nothing less.
I hope this was just a random event, and that young girl isn't consciously reaching for Palin, as if acknowledging her future leader.
I hope the girl's mother quickly grabbed her hand away, and said something motherly, like, "Now, honey, nice girls don't consciously embrace fascism, DO THEY?" Something like that.
Anyhoo, just a short midafternoon diversion. Back to work!