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| Out of frame: This year's volunteer for conduction: S.S. Savage. Pictured: Donnei Dainste of the last several Campaign Trains...No relation. |
"These numbers must be wrong," an utter. "When on Earth was this possible!" "This was possible?"
Cries like these any many others retroactive and unleashed with primetime insight. Though, what would a vision be if we had an all-scope advantage? Void.
But now that we can see into out unfettered and yet-to-be-blazed, we can go on with an educated decision: Our parties worked against us. Somethings we don't know have a way of learning to hurt us. Dominican candidate Saurnald Dundst kicked up a helluva of a Dundststorm this month with purported pleas of ponyin'... alleged. Hearsay pony-toying is something of a frownedupon. Most America and student wholf-body can attest: Pony who lets you, but never be the Ponyer Unwarrant. Undermined and underprivileged, Saurnald remarks these words came from him in a un-dark time. A time when pony hosing was all but smiled up. But to leave american whims in the hands of a scrimmler...unwise. Scrimmling has got a lot of a names, a rose by any other but always the same. Saurnald promises to revert American alignments to earlier ancest'.
This plays out exactly like we'll expect: four years basic enonomic flait. Utterly surprising to most, a quick fix by Saurnald will prove fixรจd, see. See, all the pointers and ex-ponyers cite these small bursts as proof of rightful perch. But not so - Saurnald takes back an effort, everything once said. Nullified by one dull guy! So the bursts will pop and furt, further, they'll cave in on American creeks. Made wider by the want of more, American will lose ten shores. Sealevel in jeopard, we've lost our American Almighty....
And American Almighty than who other to lead us to our infamous othersider? American Almighty, or as her family prefers, Tillie McCloan, has been in America entrenched for at least a hefty dozen. "Something about her stride, her timely(s), it leaves a man begging! I can believe for a second that American Almighty has it. Has it in the bag, my country!" remarks her newly-beguiled Bennie McCloan Guitterez. Bennie has seen the best, not worst, of his saintly McDaint. Tillie can be trusted on account of his, and most, American ci(ti)z(ens)...ciz for short.
Bennie's remarks parallel those voiced in new Raul court. Neural court acts to inspect of floss over a quick once over any suspect-densters. Tillie has had one heckuva. Soiled and out, she's rejoined time and tiem again to buck heads and level the stead. Homesteading her capital name, Tillie "Homestead" McCloan wants American traits...again!
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| Electoral specter "Homestead" Tillie actually campaigned. "Make American Traits...Again!" can be echoed, echoed, and re-eck'd for at least the duration. Maybe? More? Less. |
Citizen Saurnald has no strange affiliation with what is and is-to-be flung. Here goes: Saurnald actually came clean as a courty. A courty, for those who bleed refreshers, is a campaign drainer that only says what's to be spoken. In a way, Saurnald actually ties in close third with Schaefer for a hot spot on the Bench for Shame. Saurnald and in Series...quite a ring to it don't you think? In parallel, he'll end up well. we can hope for a last minute realign!
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| Saurnal Dundst: American Onlyman and utter father to us all - he would have you think. But to let a dad into your life this late in the game? It'll take a petty miracle. Petty cash to cry for. |
Saurnald, if you're even out there, please hear or plea: America needs a nutter, not a neuter. Neutrality is no "To Die For"... Either brings us up-to, or let us drown. No inbetweeno.
This goes doubly for Tillie. Leave us alone or bring us on home. No Half-Way homestead. We Want you, "Homestead" McCloan, Tillie, to be the namesake snake we could have always counted on...and around.
Onward to the polling dock, my wolves. American wolves only.
