Mrs Morrison's Hotel

The 100% personal official blog for Patricia Kennealy Morrison, author, Celtic priestess, retired rock critic, wife of Jim

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I was, wait, sorry, that's "David Copperfield". Anyway, I was born in Brooklyn, grew up on Long Island, went to school in upstate NY and came straight back to Manhattan to live. Never lived anywhere else. Never wanted to. Got a job as a rock journalist, in the course of which I met and married a rock star (yeah, yeah, conflict of interest, who cares). Became a priestess in a Celtic Pagan tradition, and (based on sheer longevity) one of the most senior Witches around. Began writing my Keltiad series. Wrote a memoir of my time with my beloved consort (Strange Days: My Life With and Without Jim Morrison). See Favorite Books below for a big announcement...The Rennie Stride Mysteries. "There is no trick or cunning, no art or recipe, by which you can have in your writing that which you do not possess in yourself." ---Walt Whitman (Also @ and

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Lipstick on a Pig, Prada on a Moose

Oh, it's just too easy, she's not even making it a challenge for me anymore...

Sarah "Mrs. Hockey Mom" Palin has been treated to a $150,000 shopping spree by the Republican National Committee: clothes for her AND HER FAMILY, plus makeup and hairstyling.

Well, I guess when all you've got in your wardrobe is lumberjack shirts, and you're not really members of the shoe-wearing classes to start with, you're glad and grateful if someone offers you a sartorial handout. However illegal it might actually be.

What I wonder is, is this what Joe and Jane Sixpack want to see their hard-earned campaign contributions spent on? Isn't it all more like something out of the court of Caligula? Oh yeah, I hear Nero tuning his fiddle in the wings even now...

The average Sixpack family probably doesn't make $150,000 in five years of hard work. And here they have to look at their heroine strutting around changing designer duds three or four times a day.

Maybe she thinks she just has to grab it while she can: take a few little souvenirs back to "Real Small-town America" with her when her sorry ass and Neanderthal family go trucking back to the tundra. She'll need something nice to wear at those book-burning discussions and those investigatory hearings.

Funny how she did all her clothes shopping in Unreal Big-City America; I guess those little small-town boutiques just don't cut it with the high-fashion look.

I do hope that as big a deal is made of this as was made of John Edwards' 400-buck campaign-funded haircut (which he reimbursed the campaign for). Let's not hold our breath waiting to see if Dress-up Caribou Barbie pays back the $150,000, as well.


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