Who’s Gonna Pull The Long Straw And Not The Short End Of The Stick In The Straw Pole Game To Get The Big Piece Of The Pie Chart In Order To Be Able To Be The President’s Nominational Winner And So Forth …

Gosh, is this ever excitin youbetcha with the straw pole comin up and plus my fellow Governor Rick Perry there (who actually twice as much outsat me in that job) with that stealin of thunder and whatnot that he’ll be doin over in Iowa from that Michele Bachmann (who kinda stole thunder away from me after I kinda stole thunder away from Mitt Romney that one time with my big movie bomb and entirely plus coincidentally premiered premiere of my biotale namely called “The Undefeated” (LOutLoL)), but cheese whiz it’s all such an excitin game for me to be playin at it though, and I’m just so excistatic and highspirited and such to still be able to be in it, up there chimin on with the folks who are actually and goshdarn seriously considerin actually runnin for high office and whatnot, instead of those folks like Roseanne was the other day when she said she was runnin (but that was nuts) since also please don’t forget about me and what I’ve said throughout this great land of ours about me still decidin about it (whether or not I’ll throw up my hat into the race) from place to place to follow in our forefather’s feet and to be exercisin our freedoms to run which is so very important to the real Americans out there and so on, which starts off in Iowa, where I think the candidates pick straws and then the one who gets the long one (and not the short end of the stick there) gets to run for the president’s nomination so that we will be able to yank it back from where it is now also, (or so that’s how I understand it anyways from where I sit on my immense bus goin from place to place, up and over the hills and hollows of this great nation of ours, stoppin only to refuel our tanks, both figuratively and literary, for this great nation hasta yaknow get back on up there in the sidesaddle youbetcha there or even bareback) (not that there’s anything up there I wanna get into right now and so forth until I do or do not decide to become a serious candidate option, so as to whether I think it is a good or bad thing to be able to choose those things for a style of life or not so to choose them or to not be able to in this land of ours I won’t comment upon now, even with free choice and whatnot which is another subject entirely, so as not to throw off my trains of thoughts here I think we’ll just get back to) airin out my points about the Rick Perry “will he or won’t he” issue here, which has galverized our political lectures, as well as our speechtints and leaninwords as we see them poppin up into the media which empermissions me to be able to comment upon these important issues of the day that the real Americans need to hear about, and more importantly, for them to be able to hear what I have to say about them, as those folks who do turn up to hear my pronoun cements from statewide areas still do keep me up in the discoursery, to be a surveyable person in the political field out there, sometimes croppin up on a big pie chart thrown up on the news programs with my name and then a line, and then a percentage number next to the line which is next to my name which is also at the end of a line next to that pie, as to what I feel about those things (besides hungry because I was talkin so much about pie now (LOutLOL)), compared to the other declared candidates, or whether those folks out there who do take part in the poles answer a question about me, thus makin yaknow, my percentage numbers beside my name (beside that line) for the scores to be higher-up, which is a much different competitional race than the presidential announcement competitions ratchetin up there to be the subject of coffee table discourssions and the ‘water cooler’ and coffeetalk breaks from those places that do the bottled water offerings for the employees in those very offices where we need to get up and movin moreso employment-wise, especially durin these depressed economical eras and also too the budget gaps we find our country ladelin into because of those rehibbable procedures that the Obaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamaa administration has continually thrown down for us to pick up and put back from where we have had to bend over and take it up, and then put it back onto the shelves from where he threw them down from, which is correctly what our forefathers would have done from their antique shelves with those water bottles and other canteens and revolutionary gourds and flasks of the day that they would have used back then, tryin not to spill those precious drops of freedom that those patriotic ancestors of ours spent so much of their time on, writin them all down by hand with those feathered pens of liberty, graciously and patriotically donated from the eagles who so gallantly gave their quills for the etchin in of freedom’s vocabulars, to be inked upon our soles and heels of our patriots which we follow now, like a tatoo’s permanent reminder of our heritage, one podium at a time’s worth from my standpoints anyhow, as I do it and I step out there and am able to do these things.

So Now Michele Bachmann Gets To Be On The Controversial Covers Of All Those Magazines That I Used To Be Able To Be On, Also Too Perhaps She Looks Like She’s Angry or Somewhat So With The Crazybrows And So Forth …

Gosh yaknow havin been through this type athing before in somewhat similar traditions and so forth, I really do have to deposit down my two cents here about this matter with the covers and poses and photographic images and items about how the lamestream media is guilty of capturin us celebrities and political folks such as we, with the way that they do things there, kinda shockingly unflatterin and unyouthfull there with all the wrinkles and worry lines which can be a real headache youbetcha, but with all those kids to look after and such who can blame her, also I do wish her all the luck in the world and so forth, (and this is not the way we are toward one another, by the way)

because with all that coverage that Michele Bachmann is gettin nowadays which was kinda the same as the saturated press blanket of attentions that was heaved up and around my cavalcade way back then (when folks out there usedta be able to pay attention to my trills before she stepped up into the scene, announcin about candidacy this and runnin for that (LoutLOL) and so forth) so if she did wanna look that way up there like the provabrial deer in the eyelights and all, then good for her and whatnot because I don’t hear her complainin out there bein on the cover like I did, because there’s no such thing as bad publicity or so my tellers keep tellin me, from place to place across this great land of ours, (lamestream media unwithstandin) and so forth, because similar as to how the song goes, sung in olden times previously by that great Broadway Star, Ethel Merlin, “There’s no Business Like Bad Publicity, Like No Business I Know” is appliable here and now, since to be exposed out there with any and every cover of a magazine havin the potentialness to reach out to another group of audiences and spectralizin the enlargement broadbasedness of the future voters out there, plus more importantly to be able to get elected those politicians that will get us back on the right tracks that we have been disrailed from, ever since the Obaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamaa administration rode into town there with their Hummers and other flashy hip hop gas guzzlin blingcars driven by the likes of the guests that I saw he had at his big wastefully out-of-control-spending birthday party with the other day, (which was on the cover of that newsworthysome newspaper) which was kinda scary to look at with all of them in a row like that, makin us all to be thinkin that the government is bein taken over by all that radical musical fringework, changin the fabric of our country and windin the bobbin in those strange ways unlike those needles and threads woven in at first by Betty C. Ross there, with the flag containin the not as many stars as there are today (much differently as our flags of now are currently so), and now with the way things are goin it’s good to be able to get the exposures out there on the magazines and media vehicles no matter how old or wrinkly you look, just as long as the messages and speechbits that you get on out there to folks reach the places they belong to be heard in by us.

So I'm Sittin Here And So Forth ...

Ya know, lookin out from my window here from where I sit on my big bus travelin across this great land of ours and sometimes from my home porch window without the windshield wipers and such gadgets there, youbetcha I sure gotta lot to say about things out there goin on around this nation of ours, which we want to take back and so on, especially with the politics of today which I have been deeply involved in since back when, where a man I am certainly familiar that you know about and have heard of (wink) named Jomcain the Mavrik selected me, Chatty McWinkwink to be the second-in command figure up over there in the GOP nomination procedure spectacle and barnstormin roadshow that we put on up there from hither to yawn back then, from coast to shinin sea across this land of the real Americans who we spoke to and at durin those times with the rallies and so forth plus special guests like that Joe the Plumber guy who was always taggin along there in the rumble seat like a third wheel bein all in-you-face with Obaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaama for a time, then to be able to come and find out he really wasn't a plumber after all I think, but that's neither hide nor there to be speakin of as to what I’d liketa be referrin to today from where I sit and observe these things which are important to us, most importantly of all these days seemin to be the push and pull that the Democrats over there and us On The Other Side of the Isle are doin currently about passin the Boehner Plan and such deals that have become current affairs objects of our hurdling-over obstacles, which have been popped up in our way since the election went the way it did back when that I was just referring to with me, back before I became a writer and television personality in my own rites and in my own ways and means with the occasional pokin and tweetin and hashin and taggin and so forth to be also seen with the Face postins book where I appear with so many fans following my scrolls that I can't stop ta count em all as if I would have the time, honestly gosh I mean youbetcha what with the coutin' all my money time and such, then keepin track of goins on and doins time here and there, to be able to comment and count them so conveniently to the people out there would be near impossible, but I can outreach more folks from my studio now which was constructed in my very own home up there once I cleared out the hockey sticks and Red Bull cans and posters from my former rumpus room there and whatnot, which is now my video broadcast studio with the blue screens and green screens and other technical goolagongs that those tech guys know all about (I call em my crew teams and so forth) when they beam me up into the homes of the real Americans out there with the special host-guests and Greta Van Susteren’s rear projections and the Hannity programs and so forth including other news broadcasts which are pre-arranged for me to sit at and comment atop because these issues that we do hold so dear and also to be still “in it to be able to win it” if I am indeed gonna be 'in that' with announcin (wink-wink LOLoudLol!!!!) that I may or may not be makin about runnin for this office, or runnin from that nomination out there, the way I've been hintin round at the rallies and bus stops there, and also the parkin lots and tollbooths where the folks come on out to see me with their digital cameras and kids and covered pot luck plates and thumbs-up signs and giant foamy fingers and so on to hear my truth filled and gut-leveledly honest, real-deal podiated speechforths that I do make and recite when there are things goin on with the other rallies and crowds gettin there to see the more populous candidate folks and collies of mine like that Michele Bachmann doin all those things and gettin all that attention I usedta span back then when I was goin round over to the places with my wardrobes and cosmetic budgies for the clothin and hairdos and pitbulls and whatnot (that I was critically panned for WAY before my film came out which is gonna be on pay-per-viewer stratus by this time now or so they tell me it would or perhaps will be) which the men don't seem to be applicable for or adhered to as much as the women are double-standardized in those ways which is really, yaknow unfairly done and I'll probably go all off on that issue of the glass-sealin and inequandrities that us moms face out there in the campaign trails with our public lives, so I'm gonna write that down on my hand (LOLoudLol) as a reminder to myself and also too, speakin of Michele Bachmann, I do so wish her all the best, fittin in my footprints there with all those kids to keep track of which has gotta be a real headache youbetcha) but in this business world of today which I also apparently found (those inequalitized things) when I was rainin on Alaska there from those high offices, especially when I did hold that one really big job for as long as I did right on up til my second and countless numbers of careers proved to be more appliable for me to be seen in, and in the dirigible, of course to be much larger for me to be able to make work out in all the vast and dibrulent medias that we have, except of course, that most lamest of the lame of all the other lame medias combined and lamely put together with lameness, and by that goshdarnit youbetcha by golly wow you’re already knowin by now at last, that I mean that lame “Lame Stream Media” that does so take those multiplied things that I say and twist and turn them into tricks and snarled-up pop-quiz type answers to try and cornatize my tripes into vocal Indian burns on the very arms of my freedom of speeches, to become the traps that come back to hunt me (as if I really care now Miss reporterwoman up there up in the newsrooms and such editing booths and places splicing up and turning my words back into me, even with my big fame and noticeability aspects) but like that one time I remember when Katie Couric tried to fool me with those things about what I was sposta be readin while enjoyin breakfast treats and so forth which are really hard to remember (by “them” I mean the reading materials and so forth and not the Stella Dallas cookie treats that I was havin) that day that she was tryin to get me to be able to be talking with my mouth full of them there about, so there ha-ha (HaOUTLolLOLoud) especially since those other things that I do (and say-do) take up so much of my valuably segmented time, plus I have to be there to count all the money rollin in hand over teakettle there to make sure the taxes and contractors are taken care of with the fences and extra security items and cables that we need more than ever here now (cuz of my large and growing base) including and non-withstanding the cost of gas goshsakes to run the big bus that I travel around in to be able to spread my thoughts aloft, like goin to the past scenarios of our historical forefathers and foremothers also, whose footsteps I go into at those far-ago places like Benjamin Franklin’s address with his Great Francis Scott Keys experiments out there with the lightnin and kite-flyin with the rockets blazin and twilights glass-gleamin and red glaring skies lit up and punctured on those midnight rides of Paul Revere back there, warnin and wakin the folks over in Concord and Welch's to wake up and smell the lanterns with the Britishers comin, the Britishers comin, over and whatnot with the redcoats crashin at the boat club and so forth, stormin and stirrin up the tax tea bills which still are bein represented gavribly today by the boldly seen parties and gatherin rallies with the symbols and benchmarked speeches of freedom plus the freedoms of speech things and tri-colored hats that we hold so dear and that now, so very sadly are bein so very precociously pranced upon and flattened out on, like an impolitely rude and unpatriotic war dance upon the very flag we fly and flew, just like those bold and rude redcoats that went and tried to tantrumize upon our freedoms with their funny speech patterns and accents, way back in those times there, and also up until that one brave and sober day when our country was held in a state of pre-independence, shocked by the violent Attucks uprising with the shot heard round the world, which things were as you know, done to stop it then, right along by the side of the historical districts and freedom walks which I admirate to, with my visits and informative trills and trails I leave behind which are heard and seen by more and more individuals around there and here, who wanna get out there with me and go ahead with us and reload those things that need to be relocked and aimed at the very hub of our great nation's hearts in our fragile palms, to be speakin for those real American things which I shall do here and now and from here on in and out, especially durin those ravines in my schedule which will hopefully get impacted with comments and observances brimmin over, which I will be writing about and keepin track with durin my busy schedule to be contributed at the people in these proudly gallant areas that I spoke of above, and will go on with and strongly continue to do them, by starting now while being able to be freely gazing from here, while we still can heroically enjoy these precious freedoms of today, not just for our children and our children’s kids, but in memory of the very future of our children’s forefathers also too for them as well, as we, swollen with pride, look back, behind and ahead of us and both ways, leading us from there to get here.