Imagine, Newt Gingrich, former (loud, Oops, lewd) Speaker of GOP controlled House, at Washington, DC being sworn in as the next Big Banana. Oops, "El Presidente" of these You Knighted (Mental) States of America, come January 2013.
Parish, Oops, perish the thought. That would be a re-run of the Tea Party's Main, Oops, Maine (Golly Miss Molly) Big and beautiful, Bang, Oops, Road Kill, Oops, show of this century.
Merry Christmas Augustus, Oops, Augusta Man, Oops, Maine, Oops, Main Man, Oops, Da(mned) Man, Gov. Paul LePage.
Did Santa Claus bring toys? Oops, Tea to the bad boy, this Christmas? I hope Not.
...and I am Sid Harth@mysistermarilynmonroe.com
The "Dirty Dozen," not achieving their sacred, Oops, secret "Mission Impossible?"
Call in the Marines, Oops, Navy Seals, for heaven's sake.
"Dirty Dozen," movie makers and their millions of fans, I have just one word for you. "Sorry."
"Mission Impossible," TV serial makers and trillions of fans, I have three words for you. "Get a life."
US Marines, their sweet-hearts and quadrillion fans, I have four words for you. "Don't give-up the ship."
"Navy Seals," I have five words for you. "Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill."
"US Congress," no fans, thank almighty God for small mercies, I have six words for you. "Abort Abort Abort Abort Abort Abort."
That's All, folks.
Oops, forgot the seven-eleven solution. Start a new foreign war. This one ought do the trick, with them commies, hiding in a plain view in Russia, China and Cuba.
...and I am Sid Harth@sidileak.com