One thing I’d been keen to know was: Who dropped the load in Bristol? Was he some wealthy, date-raping, prep school prick who’d already boned all of Bristol’s friends? Do they have over-privileged kids in Alaska? Perhaps the dad to be is a Southern Comfort swilling salmon fisherman who was too cocked to slip a jimmy hat on before pounding little Ms. Palin. Or maybe, it being Alaska and all, the baby-goo had been “donated” by somebody who’s last name was also Palin.