Slimier than an Alaskan oil spill, Levi Johnston's Vanity Fair interview proves he's not fit for fatherhood.
Momlogic's Momstrosity: The only thing telling about Levi Johnston's tell-all interview in the latest issue of Vanity Fair is that he obviously doesn't care one whit about his one-year-old son, Tripp. If he did, he wouldn't be ripping the family of his son's mother apart for all the world to read.
She's a bad parent:
"The Palin house was much different from what many people expect of a normal family, even before she was nominated for vice-president.... the kids would do it all themselves: cook, clean, do the laundry, and get ready for school."
"Other times she sat on the living room couch in her two-piece pajama set from Wal-Mart -- she had all the colors -- with her hair down, watching house shows and wedding shows on TV."
Her marriage is a sham:
"In all the time Bristol and I were together, I've never seen them sleep in the same bedroom. I don't know how she got pregnant."
And finally, the self-proclaimed "pit bull with lipstick slash hockey mom" barely attended games, doesn't know how to shoot a gun, and has referred to her son Trig, born with Down syndrome, as "retarded."
Who knows whether any of the slanderous muck is actually true, but one thing is clear: the Palins and the Johnstons won't be getting together for Thanksgiving dinner this year ... or any year. And how sad is that for little Tripp?
"It will make it harder to have smooth transitions of custody," predicts Golland. "Placing our anger and resentment in full view is difficult for children to have to bear."
Are you listening, Levi?! It's not about YOU anymore and your need to get back at the Palin camp. You're a dad now. Stop acting like a big sleazy baby.