Sarah

She rises, stitching up her hair and gets her favourite rifle, aimed high, into Alaska air and trembling just a trifle. There's Putin, flying off to work, just wait, my 'ministration will charge that botoxed Russki jerk, we are a sovereign nation. Fly over will demand a fee unless we have him over, this waterway, it seems to me is very much like Dover! But do they shoot the Caribou in stuffy, old La France I'm told we send them to their zoo each time we get a chance. That place must be near the UK, and probably near Greece it's where the commies live and play they never will have peace. All oil and other energy comes straight from my own state, each shrub and flower, every tree is marked for harvest date. We're drilling oil and getting gas while keeping a sharp eye on my own Reverend's hourglass and on the Wall Street Pie. My hubby, bless his thirty eight is ready for a posting, right now he sits each night 'till late I hear him, cheering toasting. No, not for John, there is no need it's for OUR sudden rising, Obama, he would make folks bleed to me it's not surprising that commies, terrorists and such will flock to him, his kind, these crazies are so out of touch they're deaf and dumb and blind! You say that man, the terrorist is a professor, really so sorry, he is on my list as I must tell you freely that school is run by Muslims though he's one of them you bet, they know two words, it's up and blow they spread it on the net. And, mark my word, they have a plan they want to conquer all they'll kill the people, every man and watch our nation fall. Now John and I, we have the goods please vote for us and send your money not to foreign hoods as that would be the end, George Bush must go, he is too old and John said wait a minute, so, here I am, good looks and bold and soon I will be in it. Epilogue: I thought of something, let me add it is a real plus, Obama, he is REAL BAD, but John is one of us!