I haven't had a cup of coffee in nearly thirty years, and now I think this sudden underload of caffeine is beginning to catch up with this old boy.
  Being a good old boy from the south, I feel it best we go ahead with our original plans to tar and feather my man Mitt.  Has any man ever found himself more deserving.  A gutless coward of a self acknowledged baby killer who when given the opportunity to slash a few fetus germs,  chose life instead. Get the kettle hot, please.
   Now the man has moved beyond the bar of tolerance with the alledged seeing his father march With Martin Luther King Jr.  In this context, the man deserves his much needed coat of petroleum flavored Ebony. Doesn't the Mitt understand the necessity of precision in politics. If not, the man Mitt will soon wake up to it. 
      I mean... hey, us souther Bible toters will not tolerate his inconsistencies. 
     To see or not to see. Make up your mind, Mitt.  You're beginning to sound like that Bible thumping, cross carrying Mike Huckaby.  I saw it on his back in a recent Christmas advertisement, an ad I rightfully appreciated it.  People are just making too much of  Huckaby's consistency when they should be focusing on your  obvious impasses, namely, the gall to dupe us southerners into thinking you are some alien form of Negro loving Yankee.
     Let me recant, Mitt, if you will allow such un-studious behavior from others. You don't quite measure up to Huck in any manner. Instead, you sound more like his Authorized Version.  My Bible. The Bible I love. My King James. You mean to tell me that you saw your ole daddy march with the the King?  And now you're tellin me you didn't actually see your daddy-O march with My Main man Martin?  Come on, Mitt. We know you were off on a mission for your  covey.  Besides, I'm hearing now, Papa never really marched with Luther. That's it.  I'm off your boat. How can I be sure you were even on a Mission... that you even had a father?
    I'm in the Huckaby camp, now. He's one of me, a part of me, a common genetic thread in the  great weak link that binds us Southerners into spiritual oneness.   At least Uncle Huck never in a million years even claims to  have trotted with the King. Could we be more proud of that?  Heck, Huck and I were busy braiding our cotton  pick into nice hanging ropes, custom fit for the Martian and his remaining darky aliens. 
     Read your Bible, Mitt. Oh, oh, oh, you did, I suppose. Maybe you shoud ditch that JS Version and recoupe one of these KJV. Had you read the one and only, inspired, inerrant, wholly complete version you would not have failed me. Your Bible is as confusing as you, Mitt. I've read it. LOLOLOLOL.  In one place your Bible says(and I forget which verse... I vowed to never touch the imigtation  leather of that silly book again. I'll hang with my KJV) that Moses saw God, or maybe it was Abraham. Both, perhaps. Then your Bible's Moses just eats my cake. He claims that God passed by revealing his hind parts, his back, etc. Then the old Moses man talks about   hair as wool, his clothes, his feet.  Over and over those men claimed to have seen God, even describe his appearence.
     Get you a King James like Huck and I worship.  Had you have just read a real Bible, you would have known the Real Jesus. The Real Jesus in the real Bible said without reservation: No man hath seen God at any time.
The great Entity is a Spirit, Mitt. He is invisible, muc h like you by Iowa caucuss. 
     I suggest you withdraw from the race.  It's the White, House, Mitt, not a place for Negro loving, God seeing, Luther marching, daddy loving, flip flopping confused Yankee, Bibleless thumpers such  as yourself.
Please! Bill forced us to redefine sex, Now you're asking us to take another look at saw.
     Is, the coffee hot, Lizzy? I need some.
     Kill a chicken, bring his feathers, and come see me.
    

Rocky