With the political curtains coming to a slow close, and poll ratings falling as fast as the DOW, Sen. McCain is leaning on the fence of fear and sending out his pitbull with lipstick on a character defamation campaign. The Winking Wombat is hitting the trails attempting to tie Senator Obama with not only William Ayers but says "he is palling around with terrorists." Their stump meetings are now sounding more like an audience at a white citizens rally with cries of "kill him" coming from their supporters.
Sarah Palin really needs to read one of the many print news outlets she can't name and begin to look up facts about her own running mate. However, she may not want to dig into anyone's life because hers seems a big dirtier than the mud pit she waddles in before slinging it. My Dearest Sarah, there's a gospel song that says "Sweep around your own front door before you try to sweep around mine." Maybe Sarah, you need a hoover vaccum to suck up your muck.
Sarah, how do you leave a city that had a surplus before you came to power with a crippling debt? Sarah, how do you claim to stop the bridge to no where yet pushed forward with the building of the road to no where? Sarah, why aren't any of your children in school? You know the public school system you so proudly boast that your children attend? Sarah, why do you pimp your pregnant daughter around the country with you instead of having her at home...in school? Sarah, what kind of drug are you putting in your baby's milk because he's never awake...EVER!?! Sarah, does the smell of burning books in the morning air give you that warm and fuzzy feeling? Sarah, how's your mother in law doing?
Those are simple questions that you probably won't answer. Kind of like the way you don't have an answer to the questions being hurled at you concerning the firing of your brother in law. Or like the questions posed to you about the firing of your administrator. Remember when they had a vote recall because of you Sarah?
Sarah...the only thing positive about you is the fact that SNL has gone off the rictor scale because of you and you share the name of my favorite Hall and Oates song.
