Goshdarnit Honey, These Radical Campaigns Full Of Stings And Arrows Just Can't Beehive And So Forth ...

Goshdarnit, if I've heard it once across this great nation from up in Alaska mostly, I've heard it a thousand times then youbetcha, all about the "I know you are but what am I" campaign strategy that we get told to us by the powders that be, dustin off those types of schoolyard taunts and jeerjabs that we must aim at our opponents, and then run away so that they cannot run away with their radical agendas and recipies for socialist just desserts, which is by golly what we deserve and will leave such bad tastes in our patriotic and traditionally upheld mouths if we let the Obaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaama camp and their bakeries sell these things that our new Ryan's Hope and Romney are tryin to take back throughout this countryside, includin the purple majesty mountains and fruits sweepin down the hill like in that Oklahoman musical about Oklahoma called "Oklahoma" that many real Americans do so enjoy tappin their American values toes to, keepin these traditions and wavin heels of amber that we see from our One Notion Sarah's Ark alive, as we speed by these dots on the map and also the malls, spreadin seeds and patriotic pollen, like pridefull bees, swarmin in the truth throughout this historical country as we drive into November to find the safety of the convention hive which I am not the queen bee of this season, or at least that's the buzz I hear about it with Chris Christie now takin up all the air and airtime which at first stung me somewhat when I heard it through the grapevine because last year I was swelled with pride but now that's gone down.

Don't Cry Over Spilled Speech And Wah Wah And So Forth ...

Dogonnit, although the powders that be are tryin to dull down my limelights and dim my blindin shiny attention-grabbin talks at the upcomin convention that I was told to be a "no-show" at across this great nation, that does not mean that my firmly set plus patriotic jawbone and nearby gums will be unflappable durin these days for our party, as we lead up to the November primary youbetcha, just because my dearly important message points for the future of the real America at the convention over there have been unrehearsed and demoted down from any national bullhorn, because again my new motto is "don't trod on me", since I have a way of takin my expandin base and One Notion Sara's Ark bus to these media-type areas just in the knack of times to be pushin out my sayins and jabforths durin these important primetimes, also maybe I'll just use all of my combined informations and medias (but not the lamestream ones, we all know about them, thank you so very much Katie Couric, Little Miss Television Show Off Big Deal Network Interviewer Lady and Mrs. Ask-A-Lotta-Questions with your nonsense rhymes back then about my breakfast newspaper) so I can be like an outsider lookin in, with my face pressed up against the glass of freedom and the revolvin door, so that my steamtruths will fog up against the historical panes as I breathe out my very own conventions with every breath in myself.

Har Har Har Dee Har Har Bang Zoom Pow Right In The Kisser And So Forth ...

Dogonnit youbetcha, all the speechtalkin slots seem to be all given away to those members except me who "stuck with" the GOP there, like Chris Christie who I guess got the speakinspot that I was sposta get after I up and quit that job of President of Alaska to seek brighter famelights, even though many of my hardcores do remember, I did hold many places with Jomcain the Mavrik, with the fondly remembered wardrobe budgets and attention-catchin lipstick laugh lines all over my face across our great nation, but this year galldarnit I guess I'll have to watch from my One Notion Sara's Ark Bus, unless I decide to rogue again, and crash the Good Ole Party there to get a word in edgeways the way I do on the Fox programs with Greta van Hannity and Sean who always reserve a space for me unlike the powders that be runnin the convention show this time who have taken my ego and thrown it under my big bus (LoutLOL) but at least in the proud traditions of the great forefathers I can get a big sense of humor about bein left out in the swamp this time around to make room for the keynote speaker who admittedly does have a wider base than I do, or so it seems, for the reinforced stage of messages that we want to hoist up there and support him on which of course I always will remain with my loyalties and so forth.

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.

I Am Incredibly Touched In The Head To The Bottom Of My Heart And So Forth ...

Goshdarnit, youbetcha I'm just so incredibly touched in the head and into my heart that this wonderful nation would allow Jomcain the Mavrik, who chose me to be the Vice-Mavrik back when then, would come out of retirement or assisted governing or whatever and so forth to restate his support for me and my family, which of course includes those members who were unmarried or extended, as does occur from time to time in every family normally across this great nation to set an example and shine our family values and standards (doubled in our case (LoutLOL)) because now the mold that I broke open due to my expandin base has been put upon Paul Ryan to be able to pick up my footsteps, just as I stepped into the feet of our founding fathers and continue to do so with the tire-treads of history pressed into the great asphalts across the country from the immense weight of my One Notion Bus (Sarah's Ark), exposin and explorin those other values besides the family ones that we hold so dear to our hearts and other places as we approach the November elections and RNC convention pep rally which befalls it, which nostalgicalistorically is like that play "I Remember Papa" which is fondly recalled for me at this time.

I Guess It Was Just A Pike Dream That I Would Get To Do A Do-Over And Do Over The Nomination And So Forth ...

Goshdarnit, I guess it was only of my several pike dreams to be hopin that I would be the choice that our eventual Rominee would re-choose to co-lead the nation to be in charge of the Senate, like when Jomcain the Mavrik and I were all "ready-set-on your marks" to go do them before I went all roguey and plus that Katie Couric over there didn't help things any with her "what do I read and think from my breakfast chairs" attacks, but since I did have those experiences under my designer belts and other campaign cosmetics and sanctioned makeovers back then, so dogonnit, all my wishful thinkin and high hopefulls plus snake-prayin and gassin up the One Notion Bus (the Sarah's Ark) have gone for knot, since Paul Ryan will be the Romney Junior, pickin up where I left off, doin the dirty work and blastin Obaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaama across this great nation from coast to coast in the footsteps of our forefathers and also plus too with his much better and so-called medicalcare plan improvements that he will be cuttin up about to take those things back that we must as we march to November without me but maybe I can do some more speech talkin for my expandin base which hopefully all the foiks will be starin at if I get a good time slot and so forth to be able to expel them across our plains of amber grains for our futures and by the way, dogonnit, I don't understand why I am always and so often accused of creatin "word salads" across this country and along our great nation's Ranches and Thousand Islands of real Americans (whether our heritage be Italian, French, Greek or even Balsamic), because we have all whisked together, and, honey -- mustered, yes, mustered a wish-bone of combined courage and tossed-together dreams -- drizzled and cobbed far and wide, so allow and Let Us continue to take up the yolk of freedom, even during these Good Seasons of oil and vinegar type party disagreements, whether we live on a buffalo ranch or along a sun-dried Hidden Valley somewhere youbetcha, we will get out the vote and pull the lever in December.