Cheetos in paradise

My Impression of Mrs. Palin?  Palin has the character of a hot dog salesperson sitting in the balcony of a cheetos convention.  Palin has the reading skills of a trapeze artist smoking marijuana in a thunderstorm on mars.   Palin has the wisdom of a baracuda eating an easter egg for breakfast.  Palin has the diligence of a grateful dead fan sitting on his mothers bed eating rice crispies and smoking a stogie.  Mrs. Palin has the deference of a violin player conducting a symphony in E minor while eating chocolate bars as she dances a hula dance with a waist band that reads "remarkable" around her ear.   I think that Mrs. Palin is about as industrious as a fleetmouse sitting on the balcony of the price is right's show on environmental maladies.   If Mrs. Palin is elected to another higher office, I am going to eat oranges with my nose plugged.  I think that Sarah Palin is about as free of outside influences as a bait store is free from the fish population.  If Sarah Palin dove into a lake that was filled with carp and blue gills, I think that she might break a leg dancing on the bottom of the sea bed as she sips candy apple juice from the front pages of the paper. Why the fish? Becuase she is about that sincere about our future as she is about dancing in a pool of water filled with bait eating blue gills and carp.  I think that Sarah Palin is about as remoreseful about the McCain loss as she is about a refridgerator falling on the blessed age of reason.  Sarah Palin finds pennies in a can of eggdrop soup when she eats cotton candy with a tooth pick at the bottom of the Empire State Building.  If Sarah Palin went to the races she might be able to pick the winner with a safety pin in her nose.   If Sarah Palin went to a horse race, she would pick the winner by sneezing into the crowd and asking for a smile from the announcer of the last days events.   I think that its time to say goodbye from the Top of the Deck to Mrs. Palin's card of presidential eligibility.  Not now. Not forever.  Go cook a moose Sarah. Its time we cook your goose.