Take this as entertainment and not necessarily fact, since I can't verify any of this myself. But it does follow true to form, as you'll see, and others are confirming that it happened.
Amanda Coyne writes:
Hell hath no fury like a Palin family visit: Just when I was about to give up on them, the Gods of gossip came visiting this week, and as they’ve done in the past, they beckoned me to look towards Wasilla, towards the fortress of Our Lady of the North, the woman who was almost a heartbeat away from the presidency, whose family had a dramatic weekend, Wasilla style!
As many of us have read, Bristol Palin was visited by a Floridian stalker on Sunday who somehow ended up on the family’s balcony. The stalker currently sits in jail. That’s pretty dramatic. But that’s the least of it.
The night before, Saturday, was a doozy. The details are a little sketchy, but there’s enough of them, from enough different sources, that a story emerges, a story that according to the gossip Gods, looks kind of like this:
There’s some sort of unofficial birthday/Iron Dog-type/snowmachine party in Anchorage. A nice, mellow party, until the Palins show up. There’s beer, of course, and maybe other things. Which is all fine, but just about the time when some people might have had one too many, a Track Palin stumbles out of a stretch Hummer, and immediately spots an ex-boyfriend of Willow’s. Track isn’t happy with this guy, the story goes. There’s words, and more. The owner of the house gets involved, and he probably wished he hadn’t.
At this point, he’s up against nearly the whole Palin tribe: Palin women screaming. Palin men thumping their chests. Word is that Bristol has a particularly strong right hook, which she employed repeatedly, and it’s something to hear when Sarah screams, “Don’t you know who I am!” And it was particularly wonderful when someone in the crowd screamed back, “This isn’t some damned Hillbilly reality show!”
No, it’s what happens when the former First Family of Alaska comes knocking. As people were leaving in a cab, Track was seen on the street, shirtless, flipping people off, with Sarah right behind him, and Todd somewhere in the foreground, tending to his bloody nose.
It's oddly reminiscent of her condition here:
The image of Sarah shaking her fist at someone not realizing they were in the company of a goddess is funny enough, but imagining her running after Track who is flipping random people off just because makes it fairly hysterical.
Until you remember she could have been a heartbeat away from the Presidency. Then it's not really so funny, is it?
According to the PoliticalGates blog, it did happen:
Note: Amanda Coyne is also the author of the excellent book "Crude Awakening: Money, Mavericks, and Mayhem in Alaska", together with Tony Hopfinger, the editor of the Alaska Dispatch.
While we cannot confirm every detail that Amanda Coyne mentioned in this report, we can confirm through an incredibly well informed source with direct knowledge of these events that this incident indeed took place, last Saturday, close to Anchorage, Alaska. We can confirm further details as well.
We were told that this incident happened at a party of an Iron Dog winner called Chris, who we believe to be Chris Olds, as they is no other Iron Dog winner with this first name, At the party, Bristol and Willow wore their big sunglasses and behaved like little Hollywood starlets, and according to our well informed source, they both got totally drunk. The situation continued get worse, and it got to the point where Bristol started a fight with the host Chris, and Bristol punched him repeatedly. Amanda Coyne alludes to this, when she said: "Word is that Bristol has a particularly strong right hook, which she employed repeatedly."
Bristol's little son Tripp was with them at the party, and therefore was forced to watch the whole disaster.
Just like Amanda Coyne mentioned, the fact that Willow's ex-boyfriend (apparently a guy called "Corey") attended the party, started the whole chain of events. Bristol and Willow, the famous mean girls from Wasilla, started to harass him all night in such a bad way that Chris, the host of the party, was forced to intervene - which prompted drunk Bristol to throw several punches at him.
My grandmother had a name for folks like this, but she mostly just told me to stay the hell away from them.
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