Doggonnit, Debbie Downer Done Gone And Got Me All Disappointy And So Forth ...

Goshdarnit, youbetcha I for one across this great nation in the traditions of our foundin fathers and in support of our troops and things goin on there throughout our wonderful land am glad and sad at the same time that the obviously rigged election have shocked my shells also and that they turned out the way that they did since I can now guaranteeably continue to appear on the video opinion news programs with Greta and Sean to speechrope and textbleat and remain so dearly beloved by my expandin base which is showin some signs of wear and tear which I offset by my large hairhoppins and high definitioned facepaints in front of the television cameras and as I have kept employed since the days when I decided to go rogue after unhitchin my wagonwheels from Jomcane the Mavrik and the blockhead Joe the Plumber who did not do so well nor did he invite me up there to do my speechreadins for him like at the RNC convention where they served me a shutup sandwich platter there, also too not askin me to inject my blabfragments into the speechthrusts and instead put their money and keynode speech onto that party jumper Chris Christie who shares the blamebulk of our disappointin outcomes that we worked so hard to smacktalk down hashtaggit, all to no avails doggonnit and furthersome, this Wheel of Fortune Blame Wheel keeps comin up bankrupt across this great nation youbetcha as we try to uphold up our patriotic traditions in the footsteps of our forefathers which were shockinly and dissapointinly erased, as the great dinosaurs were because we overfished them which led to their eventual distiction from what I remember from my studyin when I went to colleges back before I got to be the GOP co-star with Jomcane the Mavrik and all the lights and cameras plus that blockhead Joe The Plumber who apparently did not advance with his political apparitions like I did once I patented and bewigged myself into the wardrobed and spitshined celebritory political spokesspeaker that I have dimpled and winked into after goin rogue and bustin out of the GOP scriptstable to enhance my star powers and widen my expandin base where I tooted out some of my best facebookin smacktalks ever (LOutLOL) that is the best way to avoid that lamestream Katie Couric media gotcha style that tripped me up the talksteps that last time I gave the unfair and unbalanced grillins and had the gotcha boot clamped to my mouthrims and jawhinges but anyway it's obviously the fault of Brak Obaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaama winnin this election that is directly to blame for our second loss in a row and I should know doggonnit since I was there at the hub of it during those times in our wonderful histories.

Aw Shucks, Stewardess, I Speak Jive And So Forth ...

Goshdarnit it sure is fun and plus thrillfull youbetcha to sit and facebook these days out across this great nation in the tradition of our foundin forefathers and assorted patriots and use those words and typeable things that get the attentions back upon me since my dip in the polls right around the time the conventioneers told me to stick a sock in it and give it a rest so of course naturally bein me over here feelin all ignored and uncentered from attentions and whatnots I picked some words that I have been advised are attention magnets and in no way racially divided whatsoever since I don't want to risk gettin a knuckle sandwich from Michelle Obama and her powerful and unfirstladylike arms there all exposed in those radical styles which were not those that I was GOPdrobed into when I was all winks and wiggles with my smacktalks with Jomcane and that blockhead Joe the Plumber that one time when we were tryin to keep the country where it was since now we have to take it back because it was in fact moved from us along our country roads and highways that I see from my One Notion Bus and just to be fair and not play any race cards sometimes I do sit in the back.

Zing! Went The Zingers From My Mouth And So Forth ...

Goshdarnit, youbetcha for the life of me across this great nation, when I was told Mitt Romney there was gonna use some zingers, (and I must say that among the Mary-add of things that I don't understand at all) I don't understand at all why his campaign crews didn't contact me about zinger stylins since I have left many trails behind me of zingers for more years than I care to remember since my facepalmified attempt with Jomcane the Mavrik and the blockhead Joe the Plumber failingly failed to take over the Senates and White House even though I did rehearse up so many zingers in my head and made them brayably along our wonderful countrysides with the amber grains of waves that I see with my own eyeholes from inside my One Notion bus when I manage to cram out my busy schedule of goin and doin the Fox answer-and-answer sessions where, again, my zingers are respected and laughed over plus the text-shines I get from Sean or Greta, with my expandin base draggin right behind me backin me up there in real America's face, however also, the stigmatosis of bein handed a big box of shutup and treated like Pariah Carey by Chris Christie at the RNC Committee Convention still follows me around like a bad fish doggonnit, I guess I’ll watch from my snidelines to get my thumbs ready to push in how Romney won like when I won mine verses Joe O’Biden.

And The Enmity Award Goes To And So Forth ...

Goshdarnit, youbetcha if I had four thumbs across this great nation I would use all of them at once to downlike this incredibly uh mimical and disrespectish portrayance that Julieanne Tyler Moore acted out against me and my expandin base doggonit some time ago much to the hilaracy and unpatriotic values which are unupholstered on the facebooks that I have come to revenge my enemies with when not powdered up for my appearances on the Greta or Hannity newsblast chatseats where I do my smacktalkin and tartbarbarisms about everyone else with my paybacks and dishouts, plus also various things that I textabout these days with my thumbs since I have so much spare times on my hands (and again, thumbs) which I would reuse to tell those Hollywood radicals out there to take a hitch-hike away from our great country with its hills and high valleys and planes and boats and trains and dunes insteada these funpokins at real life characters like myself with the mimes and mimicons of me which have gardnered those awards on my behalf when they didn't even ask me to be a part of it hashtaggit, and just go pack up and move to Russia where I never said I could see it from my house but that other one sittin there, Tina Fey said it with her awards probably too comin to mock me in the face later on, or tape delayed I think they call it and plus also too hashtaggit, youbetcha I coulda won a buncha those Enmity Awards across this great nation at the big Hollywood pileup against me if I was invited to it (all expenses paid and so forth plus gas) which I was not doggonnit just like with the RNC at Florida excludin me out if you remember cause they told me and my expandin base to clam up and then later Fox News told me to button my lipstick cause Paul Ryan now is a new replacement to me, takin over my speechtexted jawbleats and then givin the big fat keynode to Chris Christie this year, opposite day from the last time when I was centersquared and also Jomcane the Mavrik plus the blockhead Joe The Plumber but I don't know who coulda poorplayed him, maybe Bruce Willis, or that meathead from Archie Bunkers, since I, again, did not watch how she did me in as an actress with her stunninly accurate wardrobes and wigfaces that I saw when her mockmimes misdirected all my attentions away from me, but at least she didn't make me look fat which is what they told me about the camera addin extra chin cans which is why we have to watch our edibles durin this campaign holiday season because of all the waste lines and gooey dessert candydated sweets even though this performance did leave a sour taste there but I am not bitter or sourpussed in the lease about the whole production.

Under No Circusdances Youbetcha Would I Be Caught Wearin These Wardrobes On My Interviews Because It's Not Over Till The Rich Lady Sings And So Forth ...

 

Doggonit, if there's one thing I know because what I don't know about things across this great nation could fill a book in the footsteps of our forefathers that I stepped into while on the campaign trails there with Jomcane the Mavrik and that tag-along blockhead Joe The Plumber, it's that when you get trotted out to do the speakins in the studios to enlarge your expandin base like me on the Fox Newses with Greta or Sean when they allow me to mouthtalk which is not so often anymore since bein told to shut it up f'cryin out louds durin the convention and other important primetimes much to my astaggnishments after all I have done and said and gone on and on and on about throughout our wonderful land since the patriotic time I went rouge and off my message boards there after my brutal Katie Couric encounter with the newspaper breakfast and also the gotcha memorisms that she inflicted at me, it is to not under any circusdances wear too many colors for those camera angles like Ann Romney is doin here because all I couild think about was it's not over till the rich lady sings so I couldn't forget those controversies that her husband did when he told half of our vast populations to go take a hike along our nation's amber waves ingrained and lushed valleyways goshdarnit, because that clown outfit musta cost so much money plus who sold it to her anyways? 

Doggonit, When You Least Expect It, You're Not Elected Maybe Also Too But Smile And So Forth ...

Goshdarnit, youbetcha this vast hot-wing conspiracy where supposably Mitt Romney there for our President who was talked about so much at the last convention by goshdarnit nearly everyone except me, since I was told to keep a lid on it and clam up f'cryin out loud, is sposta be sayin this and that with all of the so called percent figurines about numbers and mathegraphicals in that fuzzy video which is again Greta or Sean, another one of the lamestream media's attemptin to do whatever it is they do that they are famous about, like when they tried to do it at me durin the last time I was escorted onto the major network programs to answer unprepared answers concerning my breakfast cereals and reading materials that I had while on the campaign trails with my expandin base and Jomcane the Mavrik leadin up to our loss when I went rogue to become a household item after I left bein the head of Alaska and plus that hilarious blockhead Joe The Plumber was also conjoined with us to say many of his nearphraseables when the cameras that we were aware of were turned up, after adjustin our platforms and lipsticks, insteada the candid cameras there to catch us sayin what we really know about at those times (which I was not pre-informed of) and which is what Mitt Romney has filmed, or so they say, which I brush off with an amber wave of grain of salt.

Christine O'Donnell Bewitchinly Wants To Magically Do A Revanishing Act And I Want To Zap One Up Too Maybe And So Forth ...

Goshdarnit, this recent turn of the screws inspires me youbetcha to possibly and perhaps in a thinkin-about-it kinda way remount my drive for a reboot (speakin of my wardrobes LOutLOL) for the Vice Presidential office job which I may announce durin one of the One Notion busrides that I do go on and on and on about with my extended grandchildren because I said (out loud out of my head) after bein told of this, hey why didn't I think of this tictac before Christine O'Donnell about re-runnin our roadshow with Jomcane the Mavrik and the erasable blockhead Joe the Plumber just because O'Donnell is now able to bewitchingly announce her magic plan and challenge those dark forces that worked against her last time just like with me and the lamestream media just cause I said I like to eat my Stella Dallas breakfast treats uninterrupted by newspapers that are hard to refold up again once you break the bindings on them which is what the lamestreamstress Katie Couric should know was the intents of what I was hemhawin, back then durin my last ambushed interview before I gradulated to the Fox shows with softer chairs for my expandin base and rear projections with color slides of the liquid waterways and mountainous valleys stainin our continent along our patriotic visas provided for me to comment about and harpalong to across this great nation which I intend to make a stab at again.

Doggonit, I'll Get By Till The Clouds Roll By, Smile -- Lose That Long Face -- Sail Away, I Don't Care -- I Could Go On Singing When My Sugar Walks Down The Street Some Of These Days If I Only Had A Brain After You've Gone Over The Rainbow -- Be A Clown, Get Happy, Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas On The Atchison Topeka And The Santa Fe And So Forth ...

Doggonit, that's whatcha gotta do youbetcha to pick yourself off, dust yourself up when the lamestream chips get you down and out across this great nation in the footsteps of our forefathers like the other day when Fox News texted me to lipstick it back on home throughout our patriotic country so insteada doing that I took to my facebooks and typed out my revengable displeasurated tweetblurts and also too when the convention folks there in charge of bookin the current speech majorettes for the Florida RNC get-together with the party platforms and issues and signs and hats that I used to be winkably present for up there as the star of that doggone showcase with Jomcane the Mavrik and that interstellar blockhead Joe The Plumber told me to go and tell-my-story-walkin-sister and clam up Chatty-Lou-Hoo what did I do insteada goin home via the One Notion bus in order to keep my expandin base big you may ask goshdarnit and thanks for askin because what I did was is I kept a big frozen baked Alaska smile on my face there and with my high starched wardrobes and my hair piled high upon my head I clang clang clanged along in the face of those lamestream media negative trolleycar trainwreck reports of my demisins which are greatly examinated throughout our magnificent amber wanes of graves.

Youbetcha I Thought I'd Be Sayin Dots Vidalia To The Russia Issue, But Here We Go With Paul Ryan Tryin And So Forth ...

Goshdarnit, since I am an expert tease about Russia and their so-be-it-union or whatever, I must speak up unlike at the convention where I was told to clam up, so anyways there goes the lamestream media, throned up by its queen, Miss Katie Couric youbetcha, still askin those horrible answers and now gettin her lamestream friends to ask their journlistic gotchables to Paul Ryan trying to explain what Rom Mittney said and obviously still gettin back at me since this is still all about me throughout our great land with its traditions of my free speeches because now my words per minute talkin fee bottomed out even with my sizeable expandin base there, tryin to make Ryan's hope go down the real American drains across our great land, anaconda one microsceptic thing I frontporched about Russia way back when with Jomcane the Mavrik and that inernational lughead Joe the Plumber and also too because of that Katie Cohort's friend Tina Fey with her cruel ventrologist act starrin me when by this time and after all I spoke for them on the Fox Hours to shut me down and out from from the convention like some dummy thank you very much Chris Christie just because you kept your big job the whole way through and I rogued out to become a more famous end ditty than you, I patriotically thought I woulda been sayin dots vidalia to that whole Russue but even if I begged and got down on my knee yet, it still is there doggonit.

The Stings And Arrows Of The Political Game Are Like Targets Archedly Slung Toward Their Targets And So Forth ...

Doggonit, I think it's not right youbetcha to downmouth your political enemies and hatredables with such tarfeathery type comments across this great nation the way that the radical democrat folks on the either side of the isle got up and did to our ultimate nominee goshdarnit, which is somethin I didn't get the chance to do throughout this wonderful land since bein bumped off the Christieplatform and stages that I was once so audiencely welcomed up with, with my tartbarbery plus snappy sayins gettin all those laughs and attentions on me that one time with Jomcane the Mavrik and that incredibly outspokened blunderbust Joe the Plumber with his angry questions hilariously disrespectin Obaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaama in his face (LOutLOL) about his plumbin store which was a tomfibbery but that's bedside the points there because it was so much fun to be all in his face and streetsmart and whatnot but anyhow since I didn't get to say nuthin, also plus too when Fox News told me to clampett granny, I was so distressable that I took to my Tweetbed and my facebookins staff to explode my displeasurables at the texts I've read from what real Americans said about those horribly and unprofessionally done things said against Mitt Ryan, who I spoke about also but much more blandularly when it was allowable for me to go on and on about those relevant things long ago insteada bein a good sport and supportin him which I didn't do, much to my shagrins since the convention folks slipped me one of those Everlastin Gobstoppers to stop up my everlastin and once unstoppable gob.

The Pantleg Of Words Can Get Caught In The Chain Of The Lamestream Medias And So Forth ...

Doggonit, if I had some nickels youbetcha for every time I put my foot in it across this great nation in the footsteps of our forefathers which I still do since those days with Jomcane the Mavrik and Joe the Plumber durin the last convention when my standup routine and snappy personalities were so dearly welcomed with open arms insteada this time around where I was cold-shouldered and told to put a tubesock in it plus before the double-whammy of Fox News tellin me to rotator cuff it and clam up throughout this broadcast conventional and patriotic airwaves that again, once did welcomly open me with those applauses and greetins which were once wardrobed that I talked about just now earlier when I started to outflail this current story about Paul Ryan who apparently got on the bicycle built for two statements with the backpedalin and so forth which he seems to do now because his pantleg of facts durin his speech got caught up in the chain chain chain of the lamestream media earnin him no R-E-S-P-E-C-T-S so to avoid ridin the rims till November when we get to take our country back he needs to pump some air of excitement back in to lift our party up high enough so we can grab it back from Obaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaama to jog our short memories back to the way we remember how they were goshdarnit.

To Be As Seen On TV Or Not To Be As Seen On TV And Could You Repeat The Question And So Forth ...

Youbetcha, I kinda gotta admit it was hard goshdarnit for some of us to hear the so-called keynode speech this time from way far away from the welcomin "WELCOME" mats of the convention there, through the insulated and vinyl-wrapped cold aluminum shell of the One Notion Bus, usin that remarkable earpiece slash hearin-aid gizmo as seen on TV on the infoprogram (shown right after that informative Victoria Principle skin tighten-up-your-frowny-face commercial with the creams and various ointments across this great nation), but from what I was able to gardner through background grunts and seat-shiftins, full-time Governor Chris did a pretty good jab up there of ungently gettin the message applied and spread all over, instead of me expandin my own sizeable base, sayin those things that I wouda should coulda saida but I was told that my services would not be necessary and insteada me they went for the so-called "bully-puppet" that I learned about through several textmails and those historical browser research "point and click" support group sessions which I go to regular since bein given the heave-ho this year from the speechperch where I once put my mighty platforms on with Jomcain the Mavrik and Joe the Plumber, although I am unresentfilled and not sadly emoticoned about it doggonit, even if the lamestream media there once again says I am or even if Katie Couric's behind a bush or bus barricade just waitin to pounce again.

Generally Eisenhower And Adelaide Stevenson Are Several Of My Heroic Figurines, And Robin Williams Will Be Hilariously Out Of This World In The Acting Portrayal Of Him And So Forth ...

Youbetcha I can't wait to be invited to the premiere of anything again and so this wonderfully hilarious story of Captain Eisenhower as portrayed by Robin "Ork from Mork" Williams across this great nation since I have much more spare time after bein told to ixnay my eech-spay at the onvention-kay (LOut-oudL-Lay) and in general, Eisenhower was able to improvide some zany "off the top of the cuff" funny military speechclicks and noisebuzzes so I can't wait to see him do that like I used to do up there with Jomcain the Mavrik and that lovable kickside Joe The Plumber with his idiosinkralities just like Robin Williams, so dearly comedial to those of us who have now been cuttinroom-floored this year, but I'm fine with that doggonit and not bitterly angry and not revengeful because anyway I get to spend more time with my family for personal reasons for several family fundraisers like other normally drab real American families do with extended grandchildren along the bus lanes whether they be the main historical co-stars of the show like his wife Mame who can be played by any number of good actors, except for Julie Ann Moore Nixon Eisenhower who is not a good portrayable actor at all and even perhaps Adelaide Stevenson because I have been doin books and research texts about so many things since I have so much more time here to talk to myself.

I'm Laffin On The Outside, Spyin On The Inside Cause I Can't Get Inside And So Forth ...

Goshdarnit youbetcha it must be fun to be one of the insider people this time, invited to be inside the convention I mean, insteada lurkin outside in the rain from a big One Notion Bus like this year since they ran out of space for speaktalkin once Chris Christie took over the area that I and millions of others assumed I would be takin up like the last time over there, all shined up and strapped in with the Mavrik Jomcain and Joe The Plumber but now I just feel so drained since bein told to pipe down and plus also I'd have to wear a funnier nose and mustache glasses to snake past the bouncers because from what my sore says are textin me from their advantage points near the barbwire, there's a picture of me with a "DO NOT ADMIT HER IN" sticker slapped on it, pasted right across the mouth as things are gettin goin, with Mitt there talkin about all his negative and quite frankly, awful and terrible setbacks plus weak campaign slumps to sound like they were Obaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaama's fault which is how I remember us doin the blamey game when I used to get told those notes and rules before I was left in the lurch of my past sparkly glories, the dry dust of forgotten words and phrasemakins kicked up into my eye by the heels of our great forefathers and treated like that singer Pariah Carey Nation doggonnit, because they're afraid I'll go all rogue and bust up the place with an axe or some media grabbin poutlights or a Mister Miss Microphone to take away from the relevant talks that are scheduled then.

It Is Scientificially Bad Science That I Will Not Be Able To Release My Cattylist Of Unstable Elements Into The Mixture At The Convention's Compound To Get A Reaction And So Forth ...

Goshdarnit, as I spy with my binacascope at the closed gates of the convention, where some of us can't scientifically get into there to speak edgewise, since certain fullterm Governors muscled over my spot in the lights that we used to absorb as enjoyables with wardrobe extras and lipsticked-stained comments of yesteryears gone by with Jomcain the Mavrik and Joe the Plumber, from our republicratic nation from the One Notion bus I sit across this great landscape, as you people who were invited (thanks alot after whatall I've done for you all) to brace for the comin Hurricane Whatever, to reince the convention hall with freedom's fluidy liquids as we march two by two into the auditoriark to hoist ourselves up onto the reinforced podiums to get our message on out to the real American elements, I can only think back dogonnit to what I am texted to remember youbetcha of my colleges days studyin those mock-sciences and "senior level" things there that we put off until the last part of those semesters, crammin allnighters in those cool evenins before these false threats of global warmin were gored into us matadorically, like radical heatbombs, learnin the foreign Derwoodian theory of electrocution, knowin full well and so forth that these things must be debunked even if we lived in single dormitory rooms with only one floor-level bed for the future of our party's spines and support systems which we cherish as we sit at the convention tables periodically.

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."

They'll Have None Of My Lipsticks At The Convention, Young Lady, Cause the GOP Told Me To Shut My GOB And So Forth ...

Doggonit, now that I have all this spare time on my hands since I won't be doin any speechtalkin at the conventions doggonit, I guess I'll put my full energies and staffs onto my next new book which is tentacally titled:  "PALINDRONES - Readin History Backwards And At The Same Time Speakin Them Forwards" - which will be published by way of the tweet, released and exhaled over several hundred thousand volumes, or maybe a million maybe, since we have only a valuable amount of limited characters available to thumb-in, and plus the shorter attention spans throughout this great country that we are affected with are different from before, so to get the words on out there to the Real Americans within the sound of my screen is so dearly important for the future historical benefits and also in memory of our proud, brave and dead forefathers who put their histories down on wrinkly paper durin the revolutionary days by candleflame, so that we could follow in their footsteps up over here, which is why I do it (although I use a bus, "Sarah's Ark, The One Notion Truth Machine" to drive-thru those patriotisms and values and so I don't actually walk in those Paul-Revered foot and hoofprints but drive over them) so maybe in time for the November convention holidays I'll be done with it, which would make a great and wonderful gift item across this wonderous bountyland, so dingdangit, it's back to the darwin board for me, since my expandin base and I were face-slappinly not invited to fill one of the talktime slots at the grand ole convention, so back goes all my new Grand Ole Party clothes, with all the stunned tags and shocked accessories also, plus those cedar balls that I was so noticed for and styled up in, back when Senator Mavrik, pardon me, Jomcain McCain, and I gripped the attention spans of the great planes of amberly wavable grains, with Joe the Plumber for comical reliefs durin the breaks, so he patriotically shares some of our blame too youbetcha, and now, as horrible and predictable (of course) as I spectulated, many of the lamestream media gangs are gonna have a feel-day with this nationally tragic news of my shut-out -- nay, my shun across my nation -- with little Miss Ask-It-All, Katie Couric, princess queen of the lamestream ball, gloatin by on a big giant media gloatfloat with sparklers and tiaras, up at the head of that parade wearin radical gotchahair ribbons that I have no desirable desire to march in, so instead I'm gonna follow the footsteps of our foundin fathers, just as I have been doin for nearly 200 years dogonnit, and also too, to do whatever I can do to uphoist my patriotic and historically shapable values across this great country that I started doin right around the time after I quit my governor job halfway in.

It's My Party And I'll Cry If I Get Invited To It If I Want To And So Forth ...

Dogonnit, youbetcha in these days steamin up to the electoral convention, I kinda feel like that one oddball who isn't yet quite invited there to the party, anaconda the things I said or didn't say good enough or supportive enough towards the host across this great nation with upholdable and traditional boosts that they, our patriots, stamped in for us to pick them up and take the country back again, just sittin, and wishin, and hopin, and thinkin, and prayin, and waitin, and fishin for an invite to speechmake at the big GOP platform event durin the all-important primetimes, like back when Jomcain the Mavrik and me (plus Joe the Plumber, also not invited I think thusfars) were around there doin snappy wardrobes outfits plus those catchphrases that stuck into the real Americans from the United States coasts, to launchpad my magnificent careers as motivational FOX guest speaker), additionally added to with my book writins and advice givins streamed out through many facebooks and pre-tweeted releases that are stored in memory to get "sent" instantly to friends and extended family to gin-up my expandin base, since my party outfits and boots are all laid out with my travel plans ready with mapquests just in case they do call, and all is forgiven so that you can get on out there with the air kissin and glad handin in the footprints of our forefathers to finally show that all that PAC money has gone for somethin worthwhiled goshdarnit.

One Of Our Own Tea Party Drinkers Called Jomcain The Mavrik "Numbnuts" And That Just Frosts My Whatnot And So Forth ...

Dogonnit, youbetcha now I am extra-confused and plus hoppin mad about those things bein slanderously said across this wonderful nation regardin the great Mavrik Jomcain, who I had the honor of co-starrin beside durin the GOP convention decked out in all my wardrobes and snappy one-liners which were quite head-turnin, and also at times Joe the Plumber plus my lipsticks and other fineries at that time in our forefather's footsteps when we were tryin to take back America then, however anyway let me say that I have found durin my One Notion Bus Tours that it's the lamestream media with those Katie Couric types who say those hurtful things about me which I must facebookingly tweetabout instantly when they poke through my thin skin and whatnot, but to have these quite frankly, shockin statements applied on Jomcain and his body parts by one of the actual Tea Party drinkers makes me think of how full of ironing the whole event is, because it should be my thin skin up in Alaska which is "numb" because of our frosty weather conditions up on Alaska, and Jomcain's mighty parts all full of feelings down around there throughout his wonderful state of Arizona which is much warmer which is not due to global warmin so let's not go down that road because words can be quite hurtful to those who absorb and feel them in these ways.

I Am Emerging From Hiber Nation To Speak About Those Things That Are Being Said and Presented About Me By Real People and Actors And So Forth...

Goshdarnit, especially now since that HMO movie about me with Julie Tyler Moore went on the air, imitatin and mockin my ways and means (those lamestreamers), I have decided to emerge from my recent hibernation and jump back onto my One Notion Bus and verbally and computerly broadcast and address several issues and so forth that have come to the attention of myself and those around me in these days leadin up to the election that we real Americans must take part in while we still can be able to do so, before radical Brak Obaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaama sends us back to the days before the Civil War Between The States, strippin away our freedoms, stars and stripes, and sendin us back to those days when unfortunately some of those folks were treated unfairly because of the colors of their skin and the jobs they had to do for a living, way before the absolutely shockin and divisionary ways that we are bein forced to go down to, and getting worse and even more socialistic and radical than they have become because of those shocking and very devisive ways and dangerous pathways that we are bein forced to go down, which is the mistake that was made years ago when we did not vet radical un-American, socialist, radical and un vetted divisionary Obaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaama the way we should have which means a) not what I though it did which was somethin to do with bein a professor or doctor of animals and 2) it was really our mistake I guess when it comes down to not vettin him the way we should since we’re so goshdarn mad about it, whoever “we are” and by the way, dontcha hate it when folks say “we” and “them” and ya always never actually don’t know “who” “we” is really but they’re probably folks that we don’t wanna sociate with anyhow, so it’s a good thing that the current GOP that is runnin to get the Presidency back are goin through the important and necessary vettin process that is so important for us to be able to get to know these GOP front- and back-runners and such things about them, like how many Cadillacs they own, or how many wives they had, and how does she get that hair to be all helmet-like every time, and of course how they feel about Planned Parenthood which is very current in today’s current events not just in life, but on radio and television, (not to mention in my own life, driven home when my very own Bristle came out there and told me she was gonna have a little bundle all out of the blue like a big fat surprise, like releasin a Jack In The Box right out there in my face, springin up to scare me right in the early campaign days then [as if I didn’t have enough flyin around] with that hockey boyfriend of hers and all, all up and over in my very own spare room doin goshdarn who-knows-what, but of course we all know just exactly what goshdarn what-all they were doin, gettin bigger than life and twice as natural plus bein unmarried and all but we got a big fat Mama Grizzly pass on that from those good folks on over at our media side of things, but anyway yaknow those events that were goin on up in my former rumpus room which is now my own home studio where I can be broadcasted with all my thoughts at the same time, and interview topics, sittin in front of my big fat rear projections up on the "green screens" (goshdarnit I hope I get the lingo right with those video folks who come to broadcast me) with all the purple mountain majesties and trees and rivers that run through it and such visually pleasant things instead of the rusted out cars and old Barcolounger sofas we got stacked up out back) plus other facts such as did you know that for instants, the Queen of Great Britain's England is not the leader over there of London of the government (or "across the pound" as they call it, former Guv'nuh (LolOutLoudOL)), and that North and South Dakota I mean Korea are two different places, although doggonit I can never remember which one is the bad one but luckily I don’t have to worry about such factual and gotcha things and detailed facts when I go on the Hannity-type programs where I get to say pretty much any stinkin thing I wanna say, drawing on my vast amounts of experiences and ever-growin and expandin base about any range of topics as long as I get to kick Obaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaama around with my catchy turns of phrases and clever barbs that I became so famous for back then in the days when I co-starred NOT with Ed Harriston who I am no longer a fan of, but the one and only Jomcain the Mavrik and Joe the Plumber and speakin of him, I wonder WTW (Why The Wurzelbacher) hasn’t called me to bounce on up there on the stage like I used to do with those wardrobes and high heel shoes they got for me, endorsin him and kinda bein a bratwurst, gettin those hot digs in about community organizin and lipstick on the pit bulls, and hockey moms and those very endearments that endeared me so very dearly to my dear and loyal scanions across this great nation, followin in the footstamps and pathprints that our forefathers laid down for us to fit into, much like that historical famous Chinese theater in Hollywood where ya put your big feet in the movie star footprints and see who’s your favorite movie star which brings me back to that inconsequensionistic recent movie about me and my so called “game change” event there, (and I will NOT ever put my shoes into Julianna Tyler Moore's footsteps if she's even in there in those Hollywood squares), where the campaign had to jump through so much mess, makin sure I knew all the facts (or as many as would stay push-pinned into my head) about those countries and which one was a continent or such thing like an actual county (like we have in Alaska when I do get a chance to be there), or whatnot and also too plus the Capitals of major cities, (I always capitolize those city names which was a skill I learned about when I was in all those several schools I attended to when I was gettin my degrees there in Journalism), not to mention other facts I was so glad to recite durin those quizzes with Joe “there yago Joe” O’Biden that one time up on stage with those lights and rapid-fire cutie pie responses and debatable events that riveted me into the brains and ears of the country before I decided to unrivet myself from those memories and mental pictures and become a commentator, writer, reality star and celebrity and also a guest spokespeaker on numerous occasions and coast-to-coast gal about town and sea to shinin sea which I do not believe is meltin by the way, but even if I did, it wouldn’t affect my decision to step forward now, front and center, and come out of Hiber Nation to say these few things which do mean so very much to me in order to be able to set the records straight and make sure our message rings out loud and clear, like those bright and shinin bells that Paul Revere rode through, ringin and ridin his horse, Silver, on that one dark and stormy night when he warned our forefathers and ancestors of the British comin to do those things back durin those times which we harken back to which we have lost but must regain them from the radical divisions that have fractured our country up, and unfortunately so I might add, so that we must self involve us to do so with the upcomin elections which we necessarily need to take part in, in order to take back our country to where we need to put it again.