Okay, when a country fide person from Ohio talks, as they innuendo their intendo, as the foxworthys of the world speak, they may say:

today is our 20th wedding anniversy, and I promised my husband something special… well, he can’t say I didn’t deliver — Veep Nominee Palin

my hunting uncles, my brothers from the mills and fields know what that means. For those of you that shop for your food, it means what most hidden meanings mean: Sex, aka, connect, aka humbaleh, aka insert your euphemish here, aka… get it. She was going to “give it” to him. And she delivered, this time.

Unfortunately, watching the Republicans perform, I see magnified, those pretensions, elitisms and family snobberies that I dislike in the Democrats. The republicans are those portions of the democrats I distrust the most. A hall of mirrors picking out the blemishes, raising them to the gold framed mantel. Do any of these people live and believe beyond their gossip skill? I hope this is all a disney show. I hope they have more than these small scripts, these partial birth plays, these totes and tokens, tots, tits and tempers, toasted weanies and tiny tin soldierisms, brass buttoned beaming barrons. Now over to you Clint.