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The only credible individual in the whole Palin soap opera is Levi Johnston. Levi is making the most of his opportunity:

"People might criticize him and say, "Well, hey, he is trying to get his 15 minutes of fame. If I was him, I would get 15 and an hour and a week and month and a year. Because he did not ask to be put in this situation. This is the cards that was dealt to him. So now what do he do? Go work at McDonalds? So people can ask him, as he makes $8 an hour, "Hey, how's Sarah Palin? How's Bristol?"

No, it wasn't going to be that way. Levi didn't want revenge, he just wanted to make something of himself, Tank said.

Levi glanced sideways at a table behind us where some might have been taking pictures of him with their phones. I asked them what kind of offer they were hoping for. They started throwing out ideas. A book. A movie. Levi wasn't opposed to modeling underwear for Calvin Klein. Maybe he could host something, he suggested. But on second thought he didn't want to do it alone.

"We gonna make our own show one day," he told Tank. "I don't know what it's gonna be, but it's gonna be sweet, I'm telling you."

My italics. There's a slide-show here. His peeps are really cool. Unlike you-know-who's. The last words on the slide-show? "The truth will finally be told."

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