Oh, My Akin Todd And You Can Pick Your Friend's Noses But You Can't Pick Their Mouths Out Of Misfortunate Choices Of Words And So Forth ...

Doggonit, now that sufficient amounts of time have gone by across this great nation, I feel that it is with good "pile-on" reasonin that we just pick up and move on junecleaverly youbetcha about this unfortunate choice of words incident which will serve to drag down the party as we march toward the Novembers with our regrettables and the convention there where most of us will have a chance to have their say up on the partyplank, (but not everybody is included goshdarnit), from those podiums that were once held in high esteemables durin the days of Jomcain the Mavrik and Joe the Plumber and the shades of things to come and matchin lipsticks, but until we do have a resignation or withdraw-type announcement which will tell the quittin of the current problem that we face throughout this wonderful nation, the advice I would give is to follow in the footsteps of not our forefathers this time, but of another great half-leader's heelsteps quittin in the middle of things and that term back then halfway through, but until that time we must all be endurable, and just keep sayin until it happens, "oh, my Akin Todd."