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Uh Oh...

Looks like the Sarah Palin baby scandal is only going to get bigger. Check out what AOL's Black Voices had to say on the possibility of Trig not being Sarah's child:

On March 5th, 2008 Alaska's Republican Governor, Sarah Palin, announced to the media that she was 7 months pregnant with her 5th child. She is currently 44.

Palin's daughter Bristol is 16 and attends an Anchorage high school. Students who have attended class with her report that she has been out of school for months, claiming a prolonged case of mono.

Palin does not appear pregnant in any recent photographs. The announcement came as quite a shock to people who had worked closely with her, and have been quoted as saying that she did not appear pregnant whatsoever during the prior 7 months.

And there's more -- check out the photo...taken with Palin's daughter having a bulge in her stomach.

And even more. Since these rumors have begun circulating, the Alaska Department of State has taken down ALL PHOTOS of the governor and her family from the state's website.

Look for the National Enquirer to get involved. Ladies and Gentlemen, it's going to get ugly. Stay tuned...

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Janelle said…
Can I have a moment and just be mad at the child's name?? Not the baby but the alleged momma's name. Just trashing my good family name. Hmph. LOL
September 10, 2008 at 10:18:00 PM EDT
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