On... Levi Johnston

Poor poor Alaska. heck. poor poor Sarah Palin, as much as I think she's a disgrace to Alaska herself. To have Levi Johnston as your daughter's baby daddy would make you loco too.
This kid (he doesn't even have a high school degree!) is making a mockery out of family values, marriage, and now politics. He's been lucky so far in that the public has eaten up everything he's done because he has become America's saddest guilty pleasure. He's like the Snooki of the East Coast, just taller and not at all smarter. I watched him on Kathy Griffin's My Life on the D-list a few weeks ago, and man this guy is BORING! He's got no personality. He talks with a long drawl. He would be the ultimate red-neck except there's no sun in Alaska. He's a pretty sad guy, but he has accomplished the ability to time his crazy stunts. We don't here from him for a while after the playgirl incident, and *bam* Bristol and Levi announce their engagement. Few days later, it's off. Another week goes by, he's running for mayor. I mean does this guy even know how to spell Wasilla? He's like this crazy little kid who was random, off the wall ideas.

I think if everyone just ignores him, then he'll stop doing stuff. From now on, the only Levi I know is Levi jeans.