Goshdarnit, I Guess This Little Piggy Will Not Be Goin To Market Again Anytime Soon Youbetcha And So Forth ...

Once Upon A Time Youbetcha, Mommy Adelson sent Karl Rove to town over and across this great nation to buy a cow or an election or somethin, but doggonnit instead, he bought some magical beans and commercials and also some robocalls, and in the footsteps of our long dead forefathers and much to their lifeless chagrins and double unfortunately, Mommy didn't even get to enjoy the profits of the magic beany commercial calls hashtaggit, because they all vanished and rolled down the outhouse door from Karl's deep plus slippery pockets as he waddled back home to examine all those disappointin returns that made my gigantic hairdo go all flat and retro while Karl's head got all sweaty and puffed up on that dark and socialistic night when we watched the country go back to where we thought we could take it back again from where Brak Obaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaama took it away to from us so radically, but acourse dingdangit, we failed once upon a time again even with all of our negative facebookins and postins and appearances with our great big expandin bases on the Fox News shows spewin out all of our big words and scripts and head shakins and winkins plus blinkins with Greta and Sean and all those fireworks that were planned for the Boston Harbors once our candidate won the President's Oval Office job but once and again all of those events that we did and put up and over the airwaves and microscopes (and tooted out over the tootbooks) were all to no avails and gone forever from our grasps, so there were no magic beans, no golden goose, not even jack crap in a sack which surprised and shocked so many of us, as if somethin that was sposta happen on Karl's way back through Ohio, somehow and much to the hair flattenin developments that were put into place, just did not happen the way that Karl had paid them forward to be able to do so, but also only too, if Karl had just left a trail of breadcrumbs behind him as he went up and down the superpac highways till he was so red in the face that he turned all blue in the face, he could have retraced his tracks to see where he took a pantfull of wrong turns, but that's a different but still grim fairy tale (LOutLOL) for the next time some other Mother trusts Karl enough to let him be in charge of their millions and zillions of coins f'cryinoutloud to buy one simple thing that I guess frigfraggit can not be bought in the first place even though he worked and sweated himself up into an oily stink so hard to be able to do so which in the end, made Karl so worried on live television and hypertensical about the big lickin' he was sure to get from Mommy Adelson that he had to make up lots of tall and also squiggly tales and big blamey stories all the way home which is just what he did as he trotted back down the dirt road that brought him there to deny it happily ever after, while also teachin Mommy a big lesson which was, to not ever send that little piggy to market ever, ever again goshdarnit.

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.

Fuzzy Math Sounds So Cuddlesome Although It Gets Some Folks' Danders Up And So Forth ...

Doggonnit, youbetcha goshdarnit, why don't people across this great nation follow my bottom line principals and those of my expandin base of how I have figured them historically out by followin in the foresteps of our foundlin fathers and based upon my highly calculated career as facetexter, and just file some Freedom From Information papers like I do before I go onto the Fox News Greta or Hannity shows to blabforward my speak-a-lots so that this hard math problem without showin the work that Paul Ryan and Mitt Romney are doin can be zeroed out until they're elected up at the upcomin November primary, as I understand how this highly governed mental process works, havin myself been the groundbreakable phototype for Paul Ryan, even though I was given the "shut it" order at the convention, but the last one where I was divided by Jomcane the Mavrik when folks paid attention to my attentions, our math numbers multiplied, then I went rogue and they subtracted us there after the lamestreamer Katie Couric asked me informations which I do not recall, (especially about my house and the Russian Union) and also I forgot but just remembered we had that tagalong blockhead Joe the Plumber cancelin out our poll numbers, sendin us down the drain (LOutLOL) but nevertheless, Paul Ryan should not do repeats of these speeches from the past and this close to the debates it only adds up to take-aways.

Goshdarnit, If You Can't Stand The Heat, Order The Staff To Get Out Of The Kitchen To Just "Stop It!" And So Forth ...

Doggonit, youbetcha I know exactly how across this great nation and why Ann Romey is feelin and makin this all about me on the news programs along this great and patriotic lamestream media landscape just because I did not warmly enduce my influentially wide and expandin base over toward Mitt Romney when I made various shall I say, shrugful noises and exaspertables toward him there within our, within the many important and newsworthsome dearly loved appearances that I make bestowable throughout our talk-stringalongs from the closed studio encounters of the Fox kind or on the one Notion bus because and again because, not to make this entiresome all about me once again as I do, I have been made awareable when beamed through to those better homes and gardens of real America there with Sean or Greta and their answer-and-answer sessions predigested for me to predispose of later when my chewable knowledgevasts are called up upon so I can then relate as to how difficult it is for us to be in the public's eyeholes with our families and "stop it" orders that we have to brayforth to our enemies and Courics for our own goods and services which border on complainin and whinin everytime someone says a bad word about me which I then have to get all up on the newses (again) and do my "get-evens" and my video revengeables which is what I am reduced for now.

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, Mitt Romney's Hell Week Was Like A Sharp Lamestream Newspaper Stick In The Eye And So Forth ...

Doggonit, youbetcha we're not freakin out as the lamestream media says across this great nation with their lamestream Royal Jelly Queen Elizabeth Katie Couric sittin up there on her lamestream thrown with her lamestream crown of jewels and her septic made from old breakfast newspapers that I don’t read just because a few of the GOP leaders who matter anymore have uh seethingly become jumpshippable and distanced their closenessity to Mitt Romney, with Chris Christie first doin a doublewide turnaround from those controversial percentables that Mittney said in his ambush movie role he fundraised in, plus Scott Brown over in Matchasucretts also did pull away from the um $50,000 a plate chewables that Luke Warmney did say, however to back up what Ritt Marmee is now sayin fluidly, which mirrorize our majesticable and dry riverbeds with soarin valleys that we see throughout this wonderful bus on my One Notion tour Greta or Sean, I do have Supreme lipstick that we will stop in the name of Mitt and we won't go straight to hell if by followin the train that Matt Rumney conducts for us as he pitbulls his campaign straight to such a, how shall I wordsay it, uh unique fashion statement which I would have gone on about at the convention if Chris Christie hadda given me some elbows room to hockeymom my textables but as we all know and love, I was traffic-coned out in the rain from the conventional centers in Florida.

Horsefeathers Goshdarnit Cause Youbetcha I Preheated My Goose When My Hot Saucy Words Were Prepared Too Early For Mitt's Spicy Blandishments Whatever They Are And So Forth ...

Doggonit, it seems like only yesterday youbetcha, that Fox News let me get back on out there with my expandin base and uh say some wordstreams again after tellin me to clam up and take a pipedown around the time of the convention that I was not given welcome mats to from the last time with Jomcane the Mavrik and inelegantly, which is a wordphrase that I can't get unstuck upside my head, invented by our eternal candidate Mitt who I had not overly endorsed and then was not allowed to speechly do so at the convention that I uh was also banned from, with the various barricades and cones placed across this great nation in front of the One Notion bus when I did try and enter the staged door of that patriotic banquet and convention hall to be gained egrets to which I was unable to do so, when just the other day I said the new text real cute-like that "Obaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaama's goose is cooked" (LOutLOL) and that got a good reception Greta or Sean when I quoted it, but now the bird seems to be in the other foot as those precious forefeathers seem to have also gotten plucked into the uh political broths that are simmered up into our great land which he will have to re-gander to get a good view as to what he said to alter the flavor of what he will say that he cooked up.

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.

Goshdarnit, Infantile Sarahlysis Strikes Again And So Forth ...

Goshdarnit, try as I might across this great nation to steal the attentionable limelights away from Luke Warmney by facebookin that thing they put in front of me wisecrackin about Obaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaama growin a big stick phrased up in my own style by one of my parroteers which they have pat down, with how I do my "get-evens" in the past with my hilarious angerjabs and barbtauntables that got me all the applauses and laffs a few years back when at the convention I was invited to with Jomcane the Mavarik, insteada this time around when I was told to "dont' call us, we'll call Chris Christie, you" and shut your trap and pipe down, I was kind hopin youbetcha that this would make my values get up again for my speakrousin fees while on my One Notion bus tours which was runnin low on the gas till I dipped my yapper there into the well of infomations that are searchable for me to textably go there down to those heights of what I have left doggonit, since I got scabs of time over here now and also too Fox News told me to stick a sock in it more often but I still am amusable for my many thousands of patriotic real Americans which do so dearly patriot my expandin base which was gettin wider and wider until I got more active again by standing up and showing my own big stick stump speech.

Those Boneheaded Things Get Me Right In The Bread Basket When My Funny Bone Gets A Brain Freeze And So Forth ...

Goshdarnit, it's about time our medically knowledged politicians across this great nation took a stand for those things throughout our wonderful and amber wavin nation that we enjoy and behold close to our grains and other organs that they speak at with those controversial issues such as having offsprings and whether or not they should be harshly debated within our nether-bordered regions of public lands and private areas because when it comes to extended grandkids and sleepover type relatives, whatever things that Mr. King said about them that I will text up are what we should be upholdin and I am very agreeable to them, as we drive toward November with our countdown candidate Mitt Romney and Paul Ryan also too with their support from women because those direct actions that we womenfolk should be doin in the forefathers footsteps to help them (and even the foremothers too who are sometimes in those backgrounds makin soaps and other crude cosmetics or sewin a flag for us to fly and seekin office sometimes and then goin on to become celebrities such as I have done except recently when I was basically told by Fox News and the convention to go home and make them a shut-up sandwich and to can it, which is another fine craft that us ladies do when the harvest comes a comin) reach their achievables to take the continent back from the radicals out there who act just like big babies with unpleasant droolables.

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.

Even Though I Was Neilsen-Eddied By Fox News, I Shall Continue To Trillforth Into The Continental Divides And Ear Canals Across This Great Nation And So Forth ...

Goshdarnit, what actually happened across this great TVLAND is that I self-deported myself from the FOX News chat-'N'-chew hours in support of the ticket that I so partheartedly endorsed by givin up my time and seat completely voluntarily youbetcha, yeah that's the ticket, because I needed to be donatable of those things and to limelight them over to the new me, Paul Ryan (I texted that one up this mornin while not readin the papers and newsreels) and although the lamestream media which lamely streams out from Katie Couric's mouthpieces (and her elk) will indubabably say that I was slipped some Krazy Glue lipstick after gettin all polished, painted and dimpled up to deliver my televisdoms, that was not the case, (however did I go a smidge rogue to say that Fox canceled me to protect my valuable and expandin baseprice and my widenin flanks of dearly loved ranks and files which may get me into hot water) anyways I shall mightily topple off my silenced heels as the forefathers did also disemboot themselves before me, as their scrolled wordments have been footstepped down deep into our histories by the socks of silence that have also been jammed into their longdeadly beloved mouths of freedom, just as those tubesocks have happened to me throughout our warm and fuzzy nation, as I now find that my trilltrails have been ejected and fast-forworded into the lost laundries of bygone times as I proudly wear my high-heeled snowshoes and plus too (whether that storm be manmade by man or through an act of religious freedom of speech) weather this storm in those proud and grizzlied traditions that have always beared me up durin the silently frozen eras where the icicles of freedom have been meltable through my warm air pockets, for I will also be hailed once I get back to there with thundering claps and seals of approval from those who have herd me, as I try not to beat myself over the head because of those radical clubs that have nearly extincted and endangerously specied me there and even more furthermore youbetcha, although I have been Nielsen-Eddied across this great nation, the ungobstoppable traditions that I sing out so dearly loudly of, from high atop my One Notion Bus and underneath my powdered-wiggables, will continue to forever earworm from the majestical Rocky Mountain High notes all the way into the continental drifts and ear canals of patriotism and plus also too, throughout our beloved old geysers of freedom which are hourly eruptible with the proud steam-aheads of real American prideswells which I will continue to trillforth, as history and the Jeanettecists will bear out.

I'm Just Sayin But I'm Not Sayin Mitt Romney There Says There's A Gag Order There On What You Can't And Can't Ask About This Whole Akin Paul Ryan Mess And So Forth ...

Dogonnit, youbetcha even I coulda handled this goshdarn lamestream media thing better if they had only let me do my convention distraction speechtalkin with my cracked team of investigationist reporters and tweeters and facebookers and presshandlers and internetters and webstirrers and cosmetologers and wardrobe mistressers and hairdressers and cobblers and skintoners and necktighteners and chinstrappers and earwhisperers and trendhoppers and chartstackers and slangslingers and factgrabbers and quotepullers and lintcheckers and busdrivers and nailpolishers and bootshiners and eyebrowpencilers and madhatters and icemakers and moisturizers and feesetters and family members but I have been sadly and most face-slappinly disembarred and elbowed out by other full time Governor keyspeakers from the entire boundary and convention “per amateur” property lines and media blackout holdin pens that will be takin place and heavily armed for the hurricane across this proud nation down there around the Tampa Basin area so I was thinkin about doin one of those flyovers that were so popular durin the Katrina, when George Bush looked down and out, out down the window there with a serious concernicon plus serious jawfrowns for the future of our party’s own two feet, arms and legacies as well as our nation’s national interests because the Romney Ryan’s hope situation seems to be a high pressure system which is full of ironing because hurricanes are very low in those pressure areas as I have been informed by the barameters that measure them.

What's So Big About Skinny Dippin In The Sea of Galilee When I Have Been Stripped Bare And Thrown To The Undertows Without A Speech To Spoke In And So Forth ...

Doggonnit, these naked admissions of our GOPeers going for a drinkfilled swim in Israeli areas over there pail in comparison of me and my submergable troubles when it comes to the upcomin GOP Convention youbetcha, since I have been stripped bare and also thrown into the cold water of silence and Christie-creamed so as to NOT have sharable spokespoints across this great nation, seriously hamstrung which turns my quest to follow in the forefathers' footsteps like I always say I do, into some type of grotesque plus high-heeled American crawl across our wonderful country, which is a goshdarn shame, since I thought I was gonna have a cakewalk and hobble together some excellent zingers and honest to goodness snappy sayins (this time around with 50% more snappy) aimed at those policies that the radical Washington establishin elements over there have decided to backstroke to us real Americans as we cherish those coverings of parchment that preserve our heritages and our dignity not only in overseas waters, but also the oceans of the Potomac, where George Washington once and fully clothed, stood in a crossed boat, scotchguarded by the equally dressed Paul Revere and his silver horse ridin through other above-sea-level towns and valleys where he said famously, one if dry land, two if by seas which I believe is the skinny on that, as we dip into the November event to buoy up our Ryan's hope and Romney team, swimmin those laps to get the gold and take it back without apologizin with our pants down and so forth.

I Literally And Patriotically Could Not Be More Happiest For This Dirigible Moment Of Our Party's History And So Forth ...

Goshdarnit, never have I felt more patriotic doggonit, than now as ever in this dirigible moment in our party's history with the choice of Paul Ryan for the job I almost had but went all rogue on and gummed up the works for Jomcain the Mavrik back then before I decided to become spokesworthy for the Fox Programs and One Notion Bus trips that I conduct from time to time across this great nation in those proud traditions of our forefathers to continue the patriotic and wonderfully declared declarations that were declared for us to follow which were sadly interbroken by Obaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaama and his radical takeover of the government system that we had up and runnin for over two hundred years startin with when Senator Revere, excuse me, Paul, rode his horse Silver through the towns of Lexington, Concord and Welch's and the other grape-producin regions of New England (not to exclude the ducks berries and rocks berries that we do also hold high and cherish throughout those other historical regions with their important fruits and produces) warnin the townsfolk of the harms and anti-American things that were gonna be befallin us if we didn't stay patriotic as to what may happen in 2008, as we know now and can look forward to with the November elections to fix it back up and proudly uphold high finally once again and I also wonder too if I had somethin to do with inducin this type of choice for the GOP across this great nation and in furtherance of our forefather's footsteps with the choice of Paul Ryan aboard the mighty ship's deck of the Milwaukee, because when Jomcain the Mavrik chose me to be in charge of the Senate (as I understand the job duties to be with its responsibilities and legislatin duty capabilities) back then with the lipsticks and wardrobes and pitbull jokes and catchy catchphrases, I was somewhat the unknown factor type candidate who was gazed upon as coagulatin my expandin base, whereas Paul Ryan here seems to be on those medicalcare traintracks that have been so supported and planned across this continent by those of us who wish to take the country back from the Obaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaama care frescoe which has resulted in these serious denominations of our country Greta throughout the world's stages, which will come out in November when we proudly can once again vote in, since this wonderful team of the ticket who has the experience to take the country right back to to where it was patriotically, before we knew we had to bring it back to where it should have been left, for our future generations now to pick up again after it was taken from us to prevent it can do so.

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.

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.

I Hope To Be Able To Speak My Spoken Words At The Convention Or Else I'll Make It Unconventional And So Forth ...

Goshdarnit, I'm just so yaknow, so doggone proud that Senator Gingrich from the great House of Representatives, speakin on my behalf wants me to absolutely speak on my behalf there, and put my behalf-term's worth of experience, governin in the great tradition across this powerful land that our forefathers dedicated to us across this magnificent country from up in Alaska for those times that I did it, so let me scream from the rooftops, in those proud traditions and hoofsteps of Paul Revere when he rode through Lexington, Concord and Welch's, ringin those bells to tell the Real Amerian folks up around there from his high horse Silver, just as I twitter and facebook myself all by myself, in my own real words just as unbelievably quick as lightnin, from atop my shiny One Notion Bus, and perhaps as if I may be given the chance if so honored at the upcomin convention, just as I did guest star at that last one with Jomcain the Mavrik, let me say from the bottom of my expandin base, one nation, indirigible, with liberty, and justice for all who wish to follow us in the forefather's footsteps and bootbuckles, that we must behoove ourselves youbetcha, with and for the good of the children of those of us livin for our futures at this time for our past history to reach beyond it and keep goin forward because it's not like I'm fishin for an invitation dogonnit, much like those salmon and other gill-bearing reptiles that make up our Alaskan natural resources that we enjoy killin as a family as part of the real American traditions that my husband and children do so enjoy together during our normal lives, but youbetcha it would be a nice sign if Mitt Romney, tossed me a fishbone, whereas because I have spoken about him and of him on those many occasions when I am asked to import my knowledge base onto the Hannity and Greta van Nostrum FOX news shows where I have my own big chair when time allows, (and when my One Notion Bus tour schedule permits me to stop into those magnificent studios and so called 'green screens' across this great nation) to speak about the dangerous and foreign customs that Brak Obaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaama's doin up there in those Washington establishments full of his foreign and scary rituals with those cronies capitilizin on the lamestream media's gotcha journalism death panels which we do not affix to, as our forefathers would not have affixed either, had they not been long dead before this, lo those many years ago across and six feet under this great nation which we must take back and uphold for, in their memory and for the sacred future that we must preserve.

Oh, Dem Rubio Slippers, Oh, Dem Rubio Slippers And So Forth ...

Goshdarnit, if this isn't a signal and winkwink hint plus also a sly fox way for Mitt Romney to let me know that I CAN JOIN HIM in the vast quest for the office of Vice President I don't know what is, with the unfortunate demisation of Marco Rubio as the vet candidate, (as far as we know as to what the lamestream media is talkin about and lettin us know of) so then because I am just so overjoyful with pridefulness and joyability that all those snake prayers finally are givin back, and too also that the gates have been flung open for me to once more step into those high-heeled footsteps that our long dead forefathers treaded upon, (even though they said don't), and to be able for Full Former Governor Romney to obviously drop the not so subtle ENDORSIFICATION OF ME to be able to re-step-up to the podiums and parking lots again, thrusting out my big star powers and vast wardrobes to the position of the Vice Presidents and go on up on all those stage sets and harshly lit places where I shone brightly (even on those bad weather days when I went where the sun don't shine) plus also I have my own One Notion Bus so we could then cover double the territories across this great nation youbetcha, that we must take back doggonnit, spreadin the message to get on in there and take back what we don't have again before the November 2012 Primaries.

It's Not Wrong To Use Jeremiah Wright To Point Out That Romney Is Right and Brak Obaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaama Is Wrong And So Forth ...

Doggonnit, youbetcha there are lots of other things throughout this great land of ours that I'd like to get on out there and suggest besides yaknow Mitt Romney should be usin the Wright stuff to the real Americans across this wonderful country that our forefathers put down for us to pick up and follow the footsteps into which, namely that the way to win elections in this current time we have, and take it from me who has been embroiled in the electoral processes back when I and Jomcain the Mavrik and Joe the Plumber were barnstormin on the stage sets with the lights plus wardrobes and snappy sayins and lipstick one-liners that I was doin, (LOutLOL) gainin my popularism and great successes with my expandin base stuck out there in everyone's nose, gettin the applauses and pokelines out there about the community organizer which I'm still doin and which of course I'm sure many of you folks remember from those greatest hits when good citizens absorbed my advice just as they do now on the Hannity and Greta van Sister programs that we broadcast from the studios for the folks out there to learn from and seep up and so forth.