The Flavor Of The Week Comment Is Kinda Like That Gum That Loses Its Flavor After A While But I Still Must Chew It Again Before I Spit It Out Across This Great Nation And So Forth …

Doggonnit, now it’s even gettin confusin for me to keep track of what the media gins up about what I gin up about those things that I’ve ginned up concernin what the media says I’ve ginned up about those things that they say I’ve ginned up across this great land of ours where everything I say and do and wink and speak and breathe and eat and taste and touch and hate and step into and wear and get all defensive about and whatnot becomes the flavor of the week like I said about that Harold Cain there the other day that I just can't get away from, like gum stuck on the bottom of my leather boots and so forth which reminds me I have to return all those GOP costumes that were draped upon me when I was up on the platforms and such with Jomcain and Joe The Plumber and others from our parties and spectaculars goin on with all the bright shiny lights there from place to place when we were goin merrily along on our way tra la until those goshdarn news programs got a hold of me with the lamestream media goin full tilt curious all of a sudden, all out together violatin my freedoms of speeches there and freedoms to read or not read anything to get my opinions set down there in a lamestream attempt to make me slip up like that one time I slid like a Zamboni (which if you all remember I wanted to name my next kid if I did or didn’t have one again or before there) with Katie Couric and her triple camel questions there, ready to shock and frighten me with all of the facts there and inquiries she hurled at me like questioning paintballs which I didn’t answer quickly enough due to that before-mentioned rapid fire lock and reload cycle that the media is doin which I referred to back then when I was talkin about what the media gins up about what I gin up about those things that I’ve ginned up concernin what the media says I’ve ginned up about those things that they say I’ve ginned up across this great land of ours youbetcha for me to be able to talk about them on my One Notion bus there goin from coast to state balancin fairly and so forth with stops along this great nation.

Herman Cain Is The Flavor Of The Week Which Leaves A Bad Taste In My Mouth And Also Too Is Also Too Hard To Swallow And So Forth …

Youbetcha doggonit, you can sherbet durin this rocky road toward the White House, as I go along in my One Notion bus, I’m tired about havin the soft-servin type candidates displayed before us across this great nation, but the guidance that we praylean towards the GOP, to be able to scoop up the office from the snickers and other nonpopular toppings of Obaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaama right in front of our faces, drippin down the hands and pressed noses of the real Americans against the glass, runnin down our arms as we double-dip, as the very cones and foundations of our democracy melt away, leavin us cryin on the sidewalks of this great country where we can’t go back and get another one (since we were so careless and dropped our favorite flavor back then on the pavement there, similar to me with Jomcain and Joe The Plumber and me) when I reached my heights, frozen into the very heads of the folks, so goshdarnit therefore I continue givin out those second and third helpins of myself like a bottomless refill station durin these hot days leadin up to the elections which I may or may not help myself to about still (since I have to watch my expandin base) when I finally do decide, as our now frozen forefathers did with their puddins, unable to use those modern freezers full of such delicious and varied icee flavors as they come and go here, and not just vanilla either nowadays).

Moneys Make The Worlds Go Round And Also Too Will Help Me Decide To Run Or Not Which Infudiates Some People Which Is The High Price I Pay And Can Charge And So Forth …

Gosh ya know like that famous sayin “imitators are the most sincerest formal flatteries” I am instructed to have a sense of humor about all the things that those folks up there say about ya and so forth, whether it be your daughter bein yelled at by some yahoo after fallin off a mechanical bull and whatnot (which I do feel kinda responsible for with my outlandrish and preposterable sayins, and my puttin down of Obaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa the way I do durin my often re-broadcasted Foxtrots, plus puttin my kids up in the line of fire through not fault of their own) and then there’s my lovely and devoted pack which as askin for donations and gifts in case I do decide to run for the gold, but youbetcha I just tell em all to not come cryin ta me about it cuz at the close of business there when you're rollin around in all your dough and contributions of monies and so forth (plus also gettin famed and fortuned and photographed as we are across this great land of ours) then just sing a different tune about bein able follow the tracks of my tears all the way to the bank, (which is so much more musically pleasable) and also to have “Moneys make the worlds go round” be your theme from that showtune with Eliza Minetti ringin those bells like Paul Revere in the cabarets with decorated garlands and entertainments where we have to keep a stiff upper lip and get happy although a tear may be ever so near and whatnot, to follow the clinkin clankin sounds of our forefathers’ footsteps then.

How Come 72 Percent Of The Real Americans Out There Don't Want Me To Run For President Even Though My 44 Percent Is So Near Obaaaaaaama's 49 Percent And So Forth ...

Goshdarnit, lemme get this straight through my doggone head about what these polls are sayin exactly about me firstly, where there’s 44 percent of folks out there in this great country of ours who would vote for me over Obaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa and his 49 percent, but 72 percent across this great land of ours don't want me to run for President at all in the first place (which would be 100 percent of those 72 percenters there) but anyways, youbetcha I still have not made up my mind about runnin at all (LoutLoL) from here in my big fat bus where I do keep bein currently informulated about these important poll and pie numbers and charts, one step ahead of the administration and big government have-it-alls back up there spendin like drunken salesmen on a two day pass and whatnot, but now speakin back to whether I will finally stop ditherin on my candidate decision there, I better get in shape in case I do so, therefore then, I am hereby gonna release a new volume of political fitness videos called SARA TONIN’ which will help me get rid of the unattractive and indecisive flab that surrounds my problem areas, and will help to exploit my expandin base, to firm up my mind there and put to rest that jigglin question longed for by the real Americans out there across this great country, but till then please do so hang onto my every verbal love handle until I decide to do it.

The Buffett Rule Is Totally Unacceptable And Stuffs Our Mouths With Those Foodstuffs That Big Government Will Try To Make Us Choke Down Our Throats And So Forth …

Goshdarnit, it’s gettin so ya can’t even go out and treat your family to a supper these days on your gigantic travelin bus more or less with the formica mini-dinin room table with the post all bolted in down there in this great land of ours without big government stickin their fingers down your throats and practically chewin your food for ya out there in this great land of ours, and of course that gag was all incited thanks to Michelle Obaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaama there tellin us practically how to cut up those radical vegetables that come out of her community garden there, right out in front of (and up in) our noses and faces with her protesting at us about what to feed our own children across this great nation which is not somethin that we need the White House folks around there to be tellin the real Americans here and there and also too I ask, what about all of those fiery and exotic foods that they have goin there these days, with their strange rituals and such foreign food preparation customs and undocumented spices we have been introduced to right around the time and just about after the election when I and Jomcain the Mavrik were up on those stages with Joe the Plumber (I wonder where he went to now that I think about that — and if I do ever find his number I will have someone give him a call if my schedule permits me to do so and so on, if it will be for my greater behoof durin my whatever-it-is-I’m-goshdarn-doin-around-here-durin-this-campaign-season-where-I-just-keep-stickin-my-nose-in-it-and-whatnot-like-a-bad-penny-and-such) and when I reused all the snappy hockey-mothered lines with my hilarious lipsticks which were so uproarial then durin those times when I had the jokey-changey set-ups where what I would do would be to wait and then punch out the punchlines and assorted zingers like a box of crayons, or not unlike those delicious Forrest Gump waxy chocolates and so forth which carried me right smack up into those tea houses and august rooms where I am quite popular (not to moon over myself but youbetcha it's proven by my large and expandin base so I’d better watch it there with all the sweets and other fattening treats and eatables

(LoutLOL!!!!!!!)) which brings me back up to the subject of the Buffetts and how we are supposed to conduct ourselves when we are there in front of those precious bounties that are before us in this great land of ours where I trill from here and there to events and rallies to offer out my speechbleats and wordropes throughout the land where we are greeted with the throngs, sometimes bringin us covered dishes and tea cozies and needlepointed pillow covers and other homespun shams that we do so appreciate on our long treks here and back on the One Notion bus there, however when we do not have the luxuries of the down-home prepared foods and cornucopic treats from the audiences and real American kitchens that produce the apple pies and beef tripes, then we must avast ourselves of the Buffetts and other eateries where we weigh our foods per pound, and so the Buffett rule that I like to follow mostly is not to be too eager in line or be the first one there at the steam tables, because you don’t want to be labeled a food hog or any such farm animal in public there, since that would just be more fodder for those hateful blogs and websites that are full of the angry and mad haters out there who like to wear the feedbags of hate and write such angry, mad, hateful and snortful things against what we are tryin to do here, grabbin a decent meal there while pushin out the messages that our forefathers would have us continue to bulge forward (which of course would have taken place historically there in the alehouses and fishwives of those days back then accordin to my research which is docudramad in those graphs and cave paintings that our books and teachings speak of, with handy reference guides provided by the good people from the animated historical documents featuring the Flintstones and The Rubbles demonstrating once and for all that dinosaurs and man existed at those timelines together

with the prehistoric animals being used to help with the household tasks like that elephant named Ethyl at the gas pump, or perhaps those snapping turtles used to cut the ancient lawns in Bedrock there, or the bees captured in the clamshell to be able to be the razor for Barney Rubble’s stubble and such) to be able to continue with them patriotically.

Yaknow I Just Take These Wild Stories About Me With A Grain Of Rice Cause They Make Me Snort I Laugh So Hard And So Forth …

Goshdarnit, yaknow folks out there will justa bout do anything for publicity and those heat-seekin things which they use against me and my families and other thin-skinned members of my staff the way they do it there, what with the book deals comin out and the reporters all on me like white on Rice they way they are, plus that Levi Johnston all naked and natural as the day he was born rearin up out of wherever he’s been hidin with another so called “tell-it-tall” book with the journalistic calamitrocities, but all of these false rumors and accusatorial publishments make me SNORT which is so sad to see I say since our present-day shameful gotcha journalism (so preciously unlike the kinda journalism I learned of when I was in colleges) has degenitalized into these shockin innuendits across this great land of ours, all started by that that Katie Couric gang just waitin to jump ya from a hidden tent down around there, or maybe pounce at ya with some satellite live unrehearsed question all of a goshdarn sudden, from anywhere across this great nation where our forefathers never could have imagined those mobs to be around us here today, possessin those freedoms and cellphones and video wondrous shiny machines that we do so abuse to get the words out there to the real America, whether it be ONE if by land, TWO if by sea, or THREE if by bus and so forth ...

I am So Dearly Beloved Gathered Together Here And Whatnot By the People of Pollland That They Keep Me In Their Percentages There And So Forth …

Gosh yaknow it’s just so benevolutionary for me to be held in such high rigord by the folks of Pollland out there, keeping me up in the national agendas and ticker tapes there, two percentage points ahead of the Newtgrinch there but right on up there, although there is such a drastic change between the Romney numbers bein 26% and my numbers bein 7%, but that’s the great advantage of livin here in the real America from coast to shinin sea, as I’ve said before again, the choice to choose your choices and youbetcha the courage of our forefathers to develop those measures that we do dearly hold up and preach about to this day, sometimes from a bus, sometimes whenever a microphone or such listening devices are shoved into our faces, waitin for a quick-thinkin reply and these things that the lamestream media and gotcha journalism folks live for every day on the airwaves and across the seas and oceans where we are sought out for commentary and opinions, which do so keep me there in the public’s eye right in front of their faces everytime ya reach for the remote, or grab a snack and so forth, but no matter what happens in my varied and regulated career, even those who would write books against me and my family there, the great people of Pollland do so keep me in their charts and minds, because goshdarnit, yaknow folks out there will do justa bout anything for publicity and those things which they use against us with no shame at all, against me I mean and my family units and other thin-skinned members of my staff and so on, what with the book deals comin out and the naked spreadsheets showin all your glory off,

all up there twice as natural as the day you were born and all, sportin the hockey stick pushed out in front of our children’s faces for their innocent eyes to see and whatnot to get all 3-D in there toward the centers of attention gettin circles and other rigid shapes that our present-day shameful gotcha journalism of now (which was NOT the kinda thing I studied when I was goin to colleges) has degenitalized into, especially so and not irregagless of that that Katie Couric mob just waitin to jump ya from a hidden tent down around there, or else pounce on ya with some satellite broadcast live question unrehearsed gathering there, all unscreened and quite frankly, shocking from anywhere across this great nation of ours that our forefathers never could have imagined us to be with, possessin those freedoms and cellphones and remotes and video taped dvds and other wondrous shiny machines that we do so use to get the words out there to the real America, whether it be ONE if by land, TWO if by sea, or THREE if by bus and so forth ...

Youbetcha That Rick Perry Needsta Be Careful About What He Says About the Social Securities And Those Things Because It May Come Back To Bite Him In The Hand And So Forth …

Gosh yaknow I was just so usedta sayin stuff about Obaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaama every time I open my chops and so on, however youbetcha this time I was just kinda helpin the senior television real American citizen audience folks out there watchin the programs across this great land of ours by explainin to my mini onions who do so tune in, and who listen to my every word like stink on a monkey about these serious social security issues that have been fearfully brought forth by Full Time Governor Rick Perry there with what he said, kinda like I was a greeter at the Wal*mart and such is what I was doin, which may be a good next thing for me to do for the real Americans across our great nation from my One Notion Bus if my other jobs dry up (whatever those other jobs are, come to think of it (LOutLOL)) and so forth, but seriously folks it is such a fearsome thing with the scaremongerage that does so take place under the debate platforms and bleachers so we must be careful to mind what we are told to say these days, what with all the gotcha journalism and that Katie Couric ready to hurdle on up out of a galldarn hedge somewhere and astonish me with a question about things, like that one time when she did it and made me look like some kinda I don’t know what all and so forth...

I Am Annoucin That I Am Runnin as a PRO-CON For The Upcomin Debates That I Will Not Be A Part Of—However I Will Also Be On My Big Bus There Like Shirley “Mama Grizzly” Partridge And So Forth …

So goshdarnit, since I haven’t been able to declare my candidatability to “run for the gold,” and “go for the races” announcement, but yaknow stringin folks along there like I do and so forth, I thought I’d get a jump on the candidates doin real debates and also too to use my formaldehyde debatable skills cause I’ve been doin some studyin up since the last time I was over there with the cameras and Joe, “oh Joe, there you go pointin backwards again Biden” there, so I’ve been learned that you have to be “pro” or “con” to be in when you do go up there in the podiums, therefore I’m gonna announce finally that I’m a PRO-CON, so I can professionally sell my wheres out there like from a travelin wagon or such patent medicines vehicle, but in my case from an extremely hefty bus to talk about my One Notion patriotic indictments throughout this great land of ours, where our now lifeless forefathers lived (now sadly died) and who I remember so dearly to our hearts with my trumpets and trillabouts from hither to thereabouts (comin soon to a town or mall near you (but my bus isn’t as immense or fortified as that wasteful bus that Obaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaama’s hip-hoppin around in, suckin up all the taxpayer money like a Hooverville there)) but that’s besides the points, so just like that Mama Grizzly Shirley Partridge,

here I come with my family and ‘Hello World” and so on, but remember, I’m not Steven Songheim or anything like that so I won’t be singin songs per say, but isn’t it rich that I will be extrollin the values that real Americans need to hear about youbetcha in these dark days that we have now shrouded over us since that time ago, long after the Jomcain Mavrik campaign dulled down, durin that goshgolly excitin season of my big debuts before I busted out on my own, like one of those patridged eggs from the nest there, all cracked and walkin back and forth there, kinda unsteady and so forth on my webbed feet with the internets at first, findin my wings and doin more and more flappin, then flyin out all over the place and never stoppin it seems, over on my own with Jomcain at first givin me a big ol kick out of the nest there,

boucin off my head when I hit the ground runnin (runnin from office that is (LOutLOL)), which is just the path I did follow there when I was rainin’ over Alaska for a time back then goshdarnit, but now from my big movin vehicle here I can do more good for the folks I see in a blur, where we do our screechin, sometimes to a halt there where the good words and wireless device messages funnel through me, like those delicious cakes that we sample from place to place like in that county fair that I crashed (My State Fair Crash) durin the last debates and so on, and maybe just maybe nearby the debate house in this great land of ours (since it’s gettin to be dinnertime and I’m gettin rather hungry and so forth out here on the road) I’ll be able to eat and put somethin into my mouth for real American nourishment, so that I then can continue havin things comin back up out of my mouth to inspire the folks in this great nation, where we can agree to disagree which shall be shown durin the debates here, and even I can take part in somethin that I’m not really a part of, but maybe also too like I’ll be doin later today again.

Gosh It's Fun To Spin Words About The President And Make Jokes And Whatnot Because You Get New Words To Read To Make Jokes And So Forth ...

Gosh, yaknow it’s just such darn fun youbetcha to be able to have things all printed out real BIG for ya, pokin at Obaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaama with a stick there, insteada yaknow, actually sayin or doin somethin positive and so forth, but seriously folks within the noise of my voice, I gotta million upcomin one-zinger lines (not that I’m a member of the Brat Wursts up there in the Cast-kills or those nightclubs with the “Take My Wife, Please and also Try the Veal” kinda jokes and such, but real serious things that we face here nowadays today now here) so I’m gonna try out more cuttin remarks about the state of our economy while sayin out my other mouth that I’m out there inspirin the people across our great nation (LOutLoudLOL), so this one was handed to me recently:  “Hobnobbin and Jobbin” which I think is sassy commentary about the unemployment rates goin on there, to keep those folks laughin while they’re applying, kinda public service I can do, 

but sadly yaknow, another one I’m gonna setup-pause-punch is “Takin the Downtown Train Down to Dow Jonestown,” but I may not open with that cuz it needs a little work yaknow, so I’m takin my act and large bus on the road anyways there to scads more folks since it’s a fun game to devalurate the present administration and get all the cameras goin at me and talkin heads talkin and to get the Greta’s van Susterenin there and so on, in the fair and balanced networks that we find along the way, sometimes broadcasted right on out there from my former rumpus room (once I cleaned out the beer cans and hockey sticks and magazines and whatnots) so that the studio folks could set me up with the screens with the mountainous backgrounds and rivers and put the chlorakey paint on the things there to get my rear projection pushed right out in the face of the real American public (or whatever those technical guys call it) so that my spreading and growing base plus my messages and word-finds will have an image ta go with them that’s befittin and will be fittin into what I’m saying, so the great people along the way out across can just sit down and keep tuned in to have all the readin and thinkin ready for them to digest with their meals and so forth, easily chewable, just like that veal that the comedians talk about up there in the mountainous regions of comedy later to be seen on the Ed Sullivan shows and such varietal programs of yesterday's news, oh, and speakin' a yesterday’s news (LOutLOL), Michele Bachmann and her get 'em-up and go out there and run for the presidency announcement back then that caught so much of us on fire along the campaign trail seems to have gotten watered on by Rick Perry now, with his own particular brand of get 'em-up go out there and shoot-em up (with real guns by golly) type postures which seem to work (and also for Mitt Romney as well as we are seeing across the nation so) and don’t forget to tip your waitress and other advices that they give out there with their particular brand of ancient and wise humors from the holy land which members of my family have always been open to and tolerant of (how did I start talkin about them all of a sudden now — oh yeah, those ethic comedians with their words and how they tie in to what I’m talkin about already (haha which reminds me of “What you Talkin ’Bout Weezy? LOutLOL) that was such a fun show but of course so sad afterwords) which is of course what makes this great nation great, but not so much great these days yaknow with the White House doing the “is this thing ON” with the microphone pointed out down toward the American people with the volume turned off or maybe on some kinda strange exotic frequency thatcha can't pick up on regular real American citizen television and so forth, bein so out of touch (like I keep sayin on the programs there and whatnot with the “WHOA, tough crowd” kinda dialog that we don’t need, tuggin on our collars there like Rodney Dangerford usedta be able to do up there in the purple mountains majesties) or even Henry Youngman with all of his jokes about his poor wife bein takin off to gosh knows where and all,

but we know that when those economical policies bomb bigtime at the box office like my film biography that went straight down the old chamberpot there faster than you can say “Oh, The Seanhannity” of it all and so forth but anyways I know I am doin good for the country from coast to shining sea out there, one if by land, two if by sea and three if by bus there.