So last week Sarah Palin gave one of her most articulate and intelligent interviews I've ever seen.

Too bad that a few yards behind her, a man was breaking a turkey's neck.

Did I say, "too bad?"

I meant "even better."

Look, I'm just like you when it comes to animal cruelty, (I'm against it until I'm hungry), but I like this video for one very important reason.

It ruffled the feathers of the wispy New York Times, which felt compelled to voice their displeasure, in an editorial stating, "You don't have to be a huge animal lover to question why Governor Palin chose to be interviewed....while turkeys were being executed in the background."

I love how they use the term "executed," equating our Thanksgiving dinner to capital punishment.

I wish it were so.

I mean, if we executed all the ghouls on death row with the same efficiency and frequency that Farmer John does with his ugly - but tasty - birds, imagine how much safer our world would be. I'd stop at eating them for Thanksgiving, though. Even I have feelings.

And while I agree that Palin could have picked a better place for an interview, this footage pales in comparison to the violent, misanthropic crap coming out of Hollywood – the kind of putrid post-modern pulp Times critics get wet over. And let's face it – if you eat turkey (and I bet you do), it never hurts to see where that meal comes from. It serves to remind you that as much as everyone deplores whale hunting – whales are really just giant turkeys for the Japanese.

And speaking of giant turkeys – I end with a gentle nod to Big Bird, the star of Sesame Street. He's not a turkey, of course, but without turkeys, he'd be nude. His costume is actually made of 4,000 turkey feathers – all dyed the color of the New York Times editorial board.