"I Didn't really Say Everything I Said."
As a New Yorker, I am painfully inescapable of formaldahyding my own mental chowder on the dodgy subtext of whether it is "to be or not to be" a Republicamendable idea to erupt a Mosque near to the real estate development slight otherwise known in disturbative circles as Ground Spiro (as in spiroling construction costs, Agnewing protests, spiraling vacancies and spiraling political ineptitude).
Enter Sarah Paleolithic...that irrefudably rapacious Wassilian twintellectable...Or in the words of William Shakes Beer, that droning common kissing political canker blossom, that unmuzzled tickle-brained disintellectual strumpet, that mammering clay-brained pidgin winger, that saucy fool born conservative clack dish and infectious dizzy eyed Tea party wagtail.
This week the Queen of Beans has been busting her strump verbally mutating about Mosques in New York City. It was a free country, so she can execrete her Second Amendment Rights on whatever she wants.
Me, I'll look to the otherwise guyed words of famously street smart New Yorkers such as Yoggi Berra who once said: You can take the politician out of the camouflaged underwear, but you can't take the camouflaged underwear out of the Politician.
As another famous immigrant of Queens, Archie Bankster, once said malapropriatly:
I ain't a man of carnival instinctuals like you.
You see Sarah, we New Yorkers are actually inescapable of confabulating our own onions on matters of prostate impudence and we'd depreciate it if you would cease with your gratudinously cleavaged seductions....To regurgitate the words of another fine New Yorker:
"Shut your pinhole!"