Wasilla, Alaska: Maeth Capital of the Great State

Jason Jones: There's only one way to get a sense of the real America. … So I headed to Wasilla to see what the rest of us were missing. From its Mom-and-Pop general store to the Alaska & Wasilla sodie fountain, from its purple mountain peaks to friendly old Main Street, Wasilla had it all. …

And, of course, the bedrock of small towns, faith.

Wasillian (rhymes with villain): Smaller towns got a lot to offer. Good people, good morals, …

Jason Jones: You're a Church-going folk?

Wasillian (still rhyming with villain): Yes, I am.

Jason Jones: This guy wore his morals right on his sleeve.

Wasillian (you know the drill): [pointing to his incredibly sexy tattoos, some showing partial nudity] This one here, this is my ex-wife. During the time with my ex-wife, I was messing around with this one (points to a tattoo of a woman shushing the viewer). It's like she's telling you not to tell. Then, this is a girlfriend that I had (tattoo of a nude woman), and it looks almost identical to her.

Jason Jones: But don't let Wasilla's bucolic perfection fool you: The town's top job is anything but easy.


Seriously, come for the unsuspecting, hypocritical rube; stay for the clueless mayor.