All the dirt that's fit to dish Wasilla style. Update!

I know that a lot of you want to know what happened in the whole Johnston/Palin mediation thing the other day, but I am afraid that I have no damn idea.

I thought I had a reliable source, but now I got nothing.

Nada.

Zip.

If something changes I will run to my keyboard to give you the latest and the greatest.

However, while you are waiting, perhaps this will tide you over.

On the Jodie Ernst post from Monday some of you might have read this:

Speaking of hens coming to roost, someone might find some interesting seeds to peck at out in the Valley. It seems like the oldest female chick of your favorite old clucker got a little out of control at a big hoedown out thar this weekend. Seems fists flew, but this birdie heard that mama clucker managed to keep the little clucker out of cuffs. Alcohol and chix don't mix. Isn't the little clucker supposed to be bright-eyed and bushy tailed for a closed-door court hearing today?

Sounds intriguing right?

So I cast my net wide, and holy crap it is even better than you could imagine.

Apparently there was some big honking Iron Dog party in the Silla this weekend, and shit got real.

According to a growing number of sources, there was an altercation of some sort, verbal at first and then physical, which seems to have involved almost the entire Palin clan.

I don't know for sure who started it, but I do know that the Palins done ended it.

According to the grapevine Track had some altercation with a person who may or may not have once dated one of the Palin girls. That led to some pushing and shoving, which escalated somehow to the family being asked to leave the premises.

However before that could happen a certain former abstinence spokesperson unleashed a flurry of blows at some as of yet identified individual before being pulled off by by another partygoer, after which Todd apparently puffed up his chest and made some threatening remarks. (The "C' word may have been uttered at one point.)

In the end the cops were called, order was restored, and the Mama Grizzly made sure the whole thing got swept under the rug.

Just another day in Sarah Palin's hometown my friends.

Such classy folks those Palins, don't you agree?

P.S. So far I have heard from about four people concerning this incident, but I would really like to learn more. So if any of you Wasilla visitors  have more to add please feel free to leave a comment, or send me an e-mail.

Update: Since I robo-posted this last night I have not received any new e-mails or text messages, but this comment did show up in the last Sarah Palin post of the day:  

Maybe filing against the stalker is a way to deflect the stories that are continuing to bubble to the surface now about the Palin's wild weekend at a Wasilla soiree: Bristol punching people, the Todd with a bloody lip, Track trying to pick up a chick for a quickie and Sarah herself screeching profanity at the offenders. It didn't make the police blotter, but people are talking. Did someone get video? I betcha there's even money for someone just willing to go on the record about this Valley Trash melee. This screams TMZ.

Now once again from what I understand there were quite a number of people at this get together, so there must be a number of witnesses.

All I ask is that you send a comment containing further details to this post or send an e-mail so that I can flesh this story out a little more.

Because THIS is what I think has the Palin clan in lock down mode right now, and it may be why we are not hearing anything about Tripp's custody case as well.

Update 2: It looks like Amanda Coyne heard a version of the same story that I did:   

The night before, Saturday, was a doozy. The details are a little sketchy, but there’s enough of them, from enough different sources, that a story emerges, a story that according to the gossip Gods, looks kind of like this: There’s some sort of Iron Dog/snowmachine party in Anchorage. A nice, mellow party, until the Palin’s show up. There’s beer, of course, and maybe other things. Which is all fine, but just about the time when some people might have had one too many, a Track Palin stumbles out of a stretch Hummer, and immediately spots an ex-boyfriend of Willow’s. Track isn’t happy with this guy, the story goes. There’s words, and more. The owner of the house gets involved, and he probably wished he hadn’t. At this point, he’s up against nearly the whole Palin tribe: Palin women screaming. Palin men thumping their chests. Word is that Bristol has a particularly strong right hook, which she employed repeatedly, and it’s something to hear when Sarah screams, “Don’t you know who I am!” And it was particularly wonderful when someone in the crowd screamed back, “This isn’t some damned Hillbilly reality show!” No, it’s what happens when the former First Family of Alaska comes knocking. As people were leaving in a cab, Track was seen on the street, shirtless, flipping people off, with Sarah right behind him, and Todd somewhere in the foreground, tending to his bloody nose.

Okay that bloody nose is a new detail, but the rest of this is pretty damn close to exactly what I have been told by various sources. 

Holy crap, Iron Dog party goers the National Enquirer has several thousand dollars just waiting for the eyewitness who comes forward and spills their guts. What's the hold up?

Update 3: I have also heard from at least one source that Tripp was at the party as well.

Well that is some real responsible parenting right there.

Update 4: The APD has confirmed on the phone that this did indeed happen, and that there were 20 people involved in the brawl.

They made no arrests they say because nobody pressed charges, and there were conflicting reports as to who started it and why.

I am still chasing this story so hopefully there will be more updates to follow.