Sarah Palin has loaded her brood into an RV and embarked on some sort of cross-country Kerouacian adventure, only instead of searching for all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, she’s grifting Teabaggers for their spare change.
“This isn’t a campaign bus. This is a bus to be able to express to America how much we appreciate our foundation, and to invite more people to be interested in all that is good about America.”
“This is a bus to be able to express to America how much we appreciate our foundation.”
Noble words indeed.
Tonight, as the sun set, we gathered to (reflect/count the days take/get wasted) and were reminded why Americans (can feel great pride/can be sheared like sheep/remain mindless obese TV zombies with little knowledge or interest in the world) in this amazing country of ours. These people are the (greatness of America/wind beneath my wings/lifeblood of my ongoing scam) and without them I would not (have this great faith in the future of America/be living large/buying a meth compound in Arizona).
And that’s what this (tour/publicity stunt/grift) is all about.
(Send money/send money/send money) Also, Jesus. Too