Sarah Palin, smiling radiantly and standing several feet above the crowd in Raleigh, NC, said “You want me to sign that?” An apt question—I was surrounded by excited Palin supporters, all yelling frantically and holding out pink t-shirts and Palin photos for her autograph. The lady next to me shouted “For my daughter, Sarah!” In my pocket I had found a piece of sloppily folded script left over from the phone campaigning I had done just prior to the event. I held it toward Governor Palin, upward and through the barrier of angry looking Secret Service men. “Yes!” was my...