Goshdarnit, Sayin Insedentary Things Is Within Our Freedom From Information Acts And Free Speech Also Too And So Forth ...

Doggonit, youbetcha this reminds me of those days across this great nation and I am also an expert tease with these types of insedentaries, because of when my Superpac put those targets and locks and loads onto those districts which we had no responsibility for goshdarnit, then that awful shootin happened which we also had no responsibility for hashtaggit, and of course we do wish her well and all the other folks we were in no way connected with and we didn't mean anything by it once it happened, but we took the website down quicker than you can say Frontporch, Russia which was perfectly within our rights as real Americans throughout our great land to say things that we didn't really mean to excite the people to do those violet acts, but the lamestream media will probably say it was our fault if Katie Couric has her way about things like when she stepped all over me with that interview that last time I did any with the questions about not readin any newspapers which is also within my rights dingdangit because of the Freedom From Information Act that I perform when I talk my texts with Greta or Sean Hannity which of course mean no harm even if someone takes my "get-evens" and smackdowns serious when I get mad since we had our foundin fathers freedoms of speech and banner yet wavable opinions.

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.

Goshdarnit I Got My Foot Stuck In It Again By Givin The Big Scoop To Someone Else So I Outfoxed Myself That Time ... And So Forth

Goshdarnit, my air time seems to be gettin kinda thin like when I’d go to high up in the mountains up in Alaska when I’d pass out to be unconscious all those times but recently I guess the on air time has been thin cuz I got yelled at by the owner of the Fox News programs about that one time I announced (finally for cryin’ out loud it took me forever it seemed) when I wasn’t gonna be able to run for the President job because of my conflictin schedule of events across this great land, and so when I did finally say “no, I shall not be able to do it my great American friends but keep sendin money anyway just in case”, I didn’t spill the ‘no run beans’ on those Fox programs that have been so accustomated to seein me, plus yaknow sorry seems ta be the hardest word, said that great poet somewhere back there across this great land of ours in song, and if I could have it to announce in a do-over all over again and again and again (to do over) from my enormous bus out there across this great land of ours I guess I woulda pulled over my One Notion bus into one of the many broadcastin studios there that Robert Ailes owns throughout this great nation that previously used to salutate me so happily into the bright lights and microphones and so forth with the big cushions there for me to answer upon, and the comfortable couches too and even from my own home studio I would be able to do those things with the mountains and vistawhatnots out the back window all lit up into the living rooms of the real Americans, then I woulda said I wasn't gonna run to be president after gettin all that money from my Sarahpac, right up to the last minute there on his channel boyhowdy, but I guess I just forgot to be able to do it, what with all my speechmakin and booksignin and commentatin and autographin and bustrippin and candidate endorsin and family raisin and neck tightenin and so forth so I just kinda forgot who the boss was instead of it bein me, so youbetcha I put my foot right in it once again is what I did then during those times.

Where Have All The Monies Gone And When Will They Ever Learn To Leave Me Alone ... And So Forth

Where has all the money gone goshdarnit, youbetcha I have been told by my staff that some of those lamestream media types out there seem to be askin about me, and plus about those things with my Sarahpac when they were inter-nettin around, casting their webs far and widely out, beggin and blowin and so forth, collectin and askin for those handouts right up to the point where I decided to deprive myself of the office of the President up over in Washington, all the cash helpin me decide if I was gonna do it or not for this great nation of ours (run I mean) that was laid down by our forefathers for us to boldy go across this nation in my big One Notion bus with my family and yaknow perhaps it is true that the price of gas for my travels and maintenance has gone up since I started my speakin tour (not the kind of gas that comes out of my speakin, I mean the kind that goes into the machines and tanks that power this great country made and assembled by those hard workin real Americans who I do so believe in that are here legally of course I mean, except that all the jobs are bein siphoned away with a big socialist-type straw by the policies of Obaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamaa) and also speakin of straws, the price of saliva has salivated upwardly and quite rapidly as a result of our once growing but not stagnated economy to keep that big and shiny shine on the family One Notion bus so that we can glide effortlessly onto the next speakin engagements and assembly halls that we have booked (with my still ongoin book signins and speechyaps available on tapes and compacted disks not to mention the rhetorical tourblasts that I am invited to partake in with my snappy rhetoric that I am enriched with) thanks to my kickstart with the Jomcain involvement that I had with those early GOP stageshows which provided me with a rich broth of materials and wardrobes for my snappy sayins, pointy barbs and sassy fabrics that some folks said an arm and a leg was spent on to show that I did indeed did have controllable arms and legs which did not flail about (as my lamestream media enemies accused me of, like when that know-it-all Miss Katie Couric that one time when she tried to trip me up and push me to the journalistic ground with those trick questions which she learned about at her journalism school which I never was taught of at my journalism schools) which I was happy to demonstrate to the delight of the members of my enthralling audiences that did put me back in the mindsap of when I was involved in the Miss Alaska Pageant back then before I became the celebrity that I was transfirmed into to this day (especially around my jawline, and those neckrings if you look at some of the early pictures that are like “BEFORE” and “AFTER” which is quite horrible I must say again and again to be transparent about it, which is the terrible burden of double-standardization that we as moms in the public spotlights must endure which is what I went through first before that famous mom of all those kids that she talks about the minute the sun comes up over the mountain (Michele Bachmann) stole my limelights there some time ago and went onto go into the debatable shows there with her podiums and speechmakins with even more barbed comments about Brak Obaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamaa which first, I did not approve of because I didn’t think of it first, and second, I hate comin in runner up or second term) but speakin of that Miss Alaska pageant I did come in as a runner-up so I had to grin and bear it back then to show that I was a “team player” which practiced me up good for those shows with Jomcain the Mavrik and Joe the Plumber when he could get to those events (and by the way, I am still waitin for him to call me to beg for my overwhelming support with my large and expanding base to tilt his way onto his political goals and futures) as I have so much time now on my hands and other limbs which are again, fully controllable and functional, to help promote and endorsify others there that do tote the party favors for us like-minded institutionals to follow through on to be part of this Grand Old Team Party of ours, where we want so dearly much youbetcha to take the country back from where it is now, wherever that is so that when we find it and can take it back, we will bring it there for us to get things goin again finally in the right direction for a second time instead of bein Shanghai’d away from us, which does sound Socialist-like if you ask me which is dangerous for our country these days in the current administration for us which we do not believe in, bein a democracy-lovin nation as we found we had been founded on in the past history by those foundin fathers who now lie lifeless and spinnin in their graves over what the heck has happened dog-gonnit since they rode those horses in circles in the town squares sayin “One If By Land” and “Two If By Sea” and so forth to which I have adhesively stuck to and followed patriarchtically (as those founding dads did indeed do) in those tire-tracks of history and such things, therefore I say “Three if by Bus” with my gigantic One Notion vehicle that we speak of with the full tanks of expensive gas and spit shinins which are indeed cost-inhibbible without these Sarahpacs of money, so again thanks so much for the Sarahpac infrusions of donor cash which support me in this incoming time of greater than even need for me and my family time since now I have so much more of it to spend with them and on them the last time I checked those things.

I'm Gonna Gas Up The Big Bus Full Of Gas And Aim It At Iowa For The Upcomin Crocuses Springin Up ... And So Forth

Goshdarnit, yaknow with so much time on my hands nowadays before I decide on who to endorse for the Iowa crocuses that will be poppin up soon for the spring and the general elections that we will be votin on throughout this great land of ours across the nation that was handed down to us by our forefathers long ago at or about those times then in the past when they did those things for the future of all us real Americans to enjoy the benefits of here and now, I’m gettin the Ol’ One Notion Tour Bus all full of gas and family to aim it straight at Iowa to be able to lend my support and incisorable opinionary about the future of the GOP as I see it from where I sit on the gigantic bus or sometimes from a fair and balanced studio or even from my own home broadcast center that was built after we freed up that one rumpus room and cleared out all the hockey mimeobilia and beer cans so that I could comment on those political horizons whenever current things happen in Washington with the career politicians and crony capitalizations that we have goin on now more than ever with 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and his crony socialism that started after we didn’t take back the country to where it was when I and Jomcain the Mavrik and Joe The Plumber (who still hasn’t called me yet to help endorsify him in his new campaign that he’s gonna be doin up there in Ohio shortly) when I was full of swagger and lipsticks and pitbulls and hockey moms then with the spotlights and wardrobes that were surroundin me then on top of all the flashes from the photographers and other shiny events of those times before I got down off my Alaska throne to develop my future careers as you see them now but not so much for me I mean anymore, which started when that Michele Bachmann (and bless her soul with all that she has to keep track of with her busy schedule and those howevermany children she mentions at the drop of a spoon, and her career husband, all of which things there I certainly hope doesn’t affect her ability to lead not only this great nation but also too not to mention her little district up there in Minneconsin plus again the other headaches she has goin on over there which I lost track of some time ago) stood up and got on out there on the podiums and said that she’d be runnin for President by filin some paperwork by the way, durin that first debate before anyone could even get a word in edgewards and so forth about the debatable topics that were gonna be discussed back then when that event was televised at which time and also too bigger than life and twice as natural she shocked the nation into a state of shock and kinda kicked sand all in my face with what she was gonna do all of a sudden, nevermind that I was gonna do it maybe, even though I had been danglin that carrot pie in front of the American public’s stick for a while until I did ultimately decide that I was not gonna run after makin that last minute push for money with my Sarapac standin out on the corner of the internets there like some of those seasonal bell ringers do in the shopping malls and parking lots and streetcorners with their hands outstretched across this nation saying “pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease” just in case I was gonna decide to become President of those United States that I do so love (and frankly my dear as Charlotte O’Hara once heard said to her back then in that epic Southern Hollywood story of historical family and film, reflectin what we stand for and embodied by those radishes and other edible staples that we cannot do without as they supply a vital nutrient that the real American people that I speak at cannot do without, namely Vitamin P as in Patriot, and also too like Paul Revere with his giddyup-and-go bell ringin across Lexington, Concord and Welch’s warning the people as he did (and as I do now with One If By Land and Two if By Sea and Three If By Bus) and you can look it up or do a Gurgle search for it on the computer if you doubt my very word or question my knowledge on [1] those historical current events as that Katie Couric did that one time when she jumped all over me with that big ambush of hers coast to coast like some sort of thing that she is known for with her gotcha journalistic friends in high places ready to swoop down at me from their lamestream media branches of mediaocraty [2] these things that we do represent and I talk about from my podiums which are well researched, portable and linkable, [3] the real truths out there and [4] and so forth) because anyhow I could do such a much better job than the guy we have in the Oval Office there now, hip-hoppin around on his wasteful taxpayer funded bus with his crew there) since money does help folks like me to decide on how to do so many things nowadays with the economy all gummed up the way it is thanks to the failed policies of the current administration which we had nothin to do with as I remember it from the past when those things were bein calculated and baled once my advisors and message typists did explain to me that the baleout had nothin to do whatsoever with farmin or farm equipment or animals per say, which learnin curve I must admit was a beast of burden for me to negotiate when I had all those things goin on, like the reality show to do and book writin and tweetin and facebookins that I had to keep up and on top of with, while balancin my busy personal appearance tours and acourse those duties of wife and mom which I far and widely have been known for throughout my history as can be plainly seen between those times which I will have to jam aside to decide and endorse the actual candidates that we have now, whether the ultimate winner will be Rick Perry, (who has been the head Governor of Texas for an inconsolably long period of time that I just can’t hardly imagine how anyone could get stuck with it for as long as that let alone more than two years youbetcha), or Mitt Romney who I don’t really know that well or am too familiar with his beliefs or special religious beliefs, not that there’s anything immoral or dangerous about those thoughts and myths, or Herb Cain who I have spoken about from time to time with regard to his Nine Nine Nine flavor of the week coupon deal, plus whoever else may jump into the race at the last minute if that is gonna happen which is why I’m gonna hafta wait till the right moment makes itself profitably clear for me to throw my growin and expandin base and support toward that one “King of the Hill” who will be the “top dog” in the upcomin race we have, not just for the future of our great land there but for the future of the great land of our forefather’s children and their offsprings to come is whatfor.

Moneys Make The Worlds Go Round And Also Too Will Help Me Decide To Run Or Not Which Infudiates Some People Which Is The High Price I Pay And Can Charge And So Forth …

Gosh ya know like that famous sayin “imitators are the most sincerest formal flatteries” I am instructed to have a sense of humor about all the things that those folks up there say about ya and so forth, whether it be your daughter bein yelled at by some yahoo after fallin off a mechanical bull and whatnot (which I do feel kinda responsible for with my outlandrish and preposterable sayins, and my puttin down of Obaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa the way I do durin my often re-broadcasted Foxtrots, plus puttin my kids up in the line of fire through not fault of their own) and then there’s my lovely and devoted pack which as askin for donations and gifts in case I do decide to run for the gold, but youbetcha I just tell em all to not come cryin ta me about it cuz at the close of business there when you're rollin around in all your dough and contributions of monies and so forth (plus also gettin famed and fortuned and photographed as we are across this great land of ours) then just sing a different tune about bein able follow the tracks of my tears all the way to the bank, (which is so much more musically pleasable) and also to have “Moneys make the worlds go round” be your theme from that showtune with Eliza Minetti ringin those bells like Paul Revere in the cabarets with decorated garlands and entertainments where we have to keep a stiff upper lip and get happy although a tear may be ever so near and whatnot, to follow the clinkin clankin sounds of our forefathers’ footsteps then.