Obama-haters reveled in such pleasures last fall, as sexy Sarah Palin marched around dissing the man who would be President for "pallin' around with terrorists"; the pleasure was extended into 2009 by the (now unemployed) Palin's inflammatory warnings about Obama's forthcoming "death panels."

Now we Palin-haters have our own sexy mouthpiece: Levi Johnston, who spreads his dirt on his babymama's mama in the new Vanity Fair. (I'm obsessed, I know.)

On the Palins' home life:

The Palin house was much different from what many people expect of a normal family, even before she was nominated for vice president. There wasn’t much parenting in that house. Sarah doesn’t cook, Todd doesn’t cook—the kids would do it all themselves: cook, clean, do the laundry, and get ready for school. Most of the time Bristol would help her youngest sister with her homework, and I’d barbecue chicken or steak on the grill.

And on the woman's post-election-loss slump:

Sarah was sad for a while. She walked around the house pouting. I had assumed she was going to go back to her job as governor, but a week or two after she got back she started talking about how nice it would be to quit and write a book or do a show and make “triple the money.” It was, to her, “not as hard.” She would blatantly say, “I want to just take this money and quit being governor.” She started to say it frequently, but she didn’t know how to do it. When she came home from work, it seemed like she was more and more stressed out.

All of which is a pure dirty delight to read, and only slightly more credible than the dung-nuggets that regularly fall from Palin's mouth. (However, it should be noted that sexy Levi's biased gossip is far less dangerous than sexy Sarah's.)