What is it, now . . . Brittany? Brianna?  Oh: Bristol.

I am sorry she is—or feels—devastated, although none of these splash-page notices I get on AOL tell me exactly why she's devastated, given that, according to these news-posts, wisely dumping  the guy was her idea.

I am sorry for her mother, who might well have believed that her daughter was really going to marry this kid—and it's very, very hard for me to feel sorry for Sarah Palin. Very.

I am sorry for the RNC treasurer, who had to cut those checks for the clothes Bristol and  whoever it is—I have already forgotten—wore during the convention, knowing that s/he could have bought so many more flags and balloons.

I am sorry for the few young women who might have momentarily thought that teenage pregnancy could, in the end, turn out all right;

I am sorry that the Planned Parenthood offices of The Great Northwest weren't adquately funded or supported—and that their Health Center was not yet opened—in the spring of 2008, or politically strong enough for their materials to be available in Alaska high schools.

I am sorry for the American people who held this family up as a model for right living—even if that lasted only six months, or so (are the rumors that Joe the Plumber abuses his wife true?).

I am sorry about all of this, but I have an idea:  Here's an opportunity for Rush Limbaugh to come to the aid of his party.  Limbaugh, who is not presently married, should take Bristol and the baby in and make everything all right by bringing a man with principles and an income into their lives.  He could easily reimburse the RNC for the cost of the Palin extended family convention wardrobe; he would make Bristol an "honest woman"and provide a radio venue and perpetual income for Bristol's mother, who is not likely to hold on to the governership for another term.  Tidy.  Devastatingly clever, I must say.