Why I love Sara Palin

Rhode Island, my home territory, is sometimes called Rogue Island. Our history supports that handle as does the events of today. The state police keep trying to stamp out the old mafia. It's like the groundhog that has occupied my back yard over the past few years. We've tried everything short of capture and shoot. It won't really go away. I suspect it has strategically placed its maze of tunnels with entrances that would make it difficult for us to fire bomb. Just recently I found an entrance conveniently located under our wooden deck. What a critter. What a state. We now have no money and the highest unemployment rate in the nation. The aging mafia just lost some of its members. I watched as the state police wheeled them away in wheel chairs unable to carry themselves more that a step or two without the oxygen bottles strapped to the handy wheelers.

I want Sarah's fresh blood and her Alaskan money and her personal clan of friends to add some excitement to our dying state. Yes, it is time for Alaska to annex on the lower 48. We are a perfect candidate. Sarah would have her access to the Atlantic Ocean. Although Europe is too far away to see. She may enjoy thinking about how close she is to that foriegn "country."

We don't have oil but we know how to build submarines either in the form of sandwiches (we rogues call them grinders) and we build the real thing for the US Navy. Perhaps it's time for Sarah to have her own navy. We are starving for jobs and welcome the opportunity to serve.

Best of all, Sarah will be within sailing distance of New York City. It may be time to retrieve that wardrobe she shed in the height of political pressure. Yes, our queen needs to dress up. You betcha.