JOE McGINNISS

I’m just back from one of those effete, elite Eastern liberal dinner parties where we all sit around over white wine and brie and plot how to keep our black Muslim in the White House for four more years, and the question I was asked most often was, “Where in New England does Sarah think she can go with her bus tour where she won’t be laughed off whatever stage she takes?”

“Beats me,” was all I could say.

The organizer of the “Rolling Thunder” motorcyclist event said more, earlier today:

“She’s not invited…We’re not endorsing her…She’s definitely not speaking on our stage,”

 

 

Maybe not the kickoff Sarah was hoping for.

But can it get better in New England? Will she stop In Massachusetts, maybe Plymouth Rock, Lexington and Concord, Bunker Hill, or the site of the original Boston Tea Party?

Nobody knows, because the destinations of this first leg remain shrouded in secrecy. Hmm, why would that be? For fear that anti-Palin demonstrators will outnumber her faithful?

All I can tell you is that I’ll be covering one of her New England appearances next week for The Daily Beast.

Not to mention that it will make the perfect closing scene for the last chapter of THE ROGUE.

So Sarah and her gang are coming my way?

Bring ’em on!

And if she wants to know where to get the best fried clams in Massachusetts, or the best lobster in Maine, all she has to do is call me.