Friday, September 05, 2008

I Wanna Be Sarah Palin's Intern

I love CafePress.com.
My Sarah Palin for Vice-President long sleeve t-shirt - perfect for wearing to my favorite West Virginia firing range - was delivered by UPS today.

I got this one for my Mom...she wanted it pretty in pink!

My Dad's more concerned about high gas prices and the fact that America continues shipping tons of dead presidents jack to the jackass Saudi Arabian princes that have a stranglehold on our country than my Mother and I are concerned about Barack Osama Hussein bin Laden Obama stripping us of our weapons, so I got him a baseball cap that plays upon his Politics of Personal ANWAR Destruction!
Drill, baby, drill.
My Mom's very conservative, so I know she won't be too happy about this one. I mean, afterall, an image like this could lead an older man like my Dad down the road to sin and perdition.

This is an exciting time in my family's political history.
Why, the members of the Bailey family haven't all been on the same page of the two-party hymnal since...
"Recession is when your neighbor loses his job. Depression is when you lose yours. And recovery is when Jimmy Carter loses his." -- Ronald Reagan
...well, let's just say since a long, long time ago in a galaxy that once had a shining city on a hill.
My Mom is dead serious about the 2nd Amendment.
Here's a photograph of my Mom taken when she was a 17-year old girl growing up in Mississippi.

And although I greatly admire the strength and unconditional support that Sarah Palin is demonstrating with her pregnant 17-year old daughter, I want to take this opportunity to thank my Mom for not going down that teenage pregnancy road when she was 17.

Good God. What if my angry, bitter gun-clinging Bible-thumping mom from Mississippi had met a black man from Kenya attending Ole Miss on a scholarship when she was a teenager?

Just think, if that had happened, I could be The One.

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