How Sister Sarah and Our Belle Michelle and Ralph Reed are Gonna Save the Union from King George III and Barack Obama. And Tiny Tim.

Liss'n, my children and you shall hear
of the midnight ride Sister Sarah took in Boston!

She swung off her Harley and skipped right past the Donald and his cheap New York pizza in order to remind the good people of Boston that Paul Revere was a pretty Rough Rider himself, whilst savin' the Union from those Eastern Elite British High Tax and Spenders:

"He warned the British that they weren't goin' to be takin' away our arms, by ringin' those bells, and makin' sure, as he's ridin' his horse through town to send those warnin' shots and bells, that we're gonna be secure and we're gonna be free!"

Paul was a common patriot, droppin' his "g"s like a reg'lar American.

It didn't make the video clip but the Boston Globe reported that Sister Sarah also said, “You’ve got to know a lot about our past in order to know how to proceed successfully into the future.’’

Our Belle, on an earlier swing through the Early Primary Season, had already moved the shot heard round the world from Massachusetts to New Hampshire, so she and Tiny Tim Pawlenty were in Washington D.C., which is to the east of Oregon, at a Faith and Freedom Coalition conference organized by Ralph Reed. You remember Ralph: he sorta got his evangelical hinder in a sling over some dirty money or something, but time wounds all heels, so he is busy organizing the next president.

Our Belle, Michele, is reported to have lowered her eyes and prayed for everything, while Tim talked the tough and walked the tough, and all that muscular Christianity stuff.

We are in good hands! The nation has nothin' to fear but Obama Health Care itself, and the cost of keepin' old people on Medicare and Social Securities. Somethin' has to give, and it might as well be them!

Rest Easy, my friends! Michele is praying for us.

Me, too.

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