Here's this beautiful sad song by Guy Clark called Desparadoes Waiting for a Train.
I can't help but to think of Sarah Palin's "real Americans" when I hear this song. Imagine if you take her untrammeled, shameless bullshit and then examine its root as something authentic. This is what you get. The romance of real America is a lot quieter than, say, shooting wolves out of helicopters. Or at least I think so...
