Vanity Fair's Sarah Palin Profiler: 'The Worst Stuff Isn't Even In There'

In a landfill somewhere in Alaska is a dented, badly battered refrigerator.



The smoking (gun) icebox.



Instead of running for mayor of Wasilla, Levi Johnston could redeem himself in the eyes of Americans if he tracked down that dented cooler.



Or slipped a radio transmitter into Palin's house on one of his visiting days with the kid(s).



Or collected a hair follicle (or swabbed some drool) from Trig for DNA analysis.



If it's money he wants, I'm sure we could set up a trust fund online where donors could send contributions (refundable if it didn't pan out) for irrefutable proof that Trig is not the product of Sarah Palin's womb.
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