If Ronald Reagan, John McCain, and Dubbya were ever all in one room, I'd probably lose consciousness.
Today was filled with Marines in blazers, Gingrich in trousers, and Rumsfeld; OH MY.
Just something about these conservative men folk.
Digressing out of respect for my audience and my fiance.
CPAC 2011 is like a surprise birthday party on meth.
Good times and bad times. Wow times, and what the heck times.
Trump is hiring himself out as President, Cheney gets called a war criminal, Donald Rumsfeld hugs me, and Newt Gingrich touches me too.
I TOUCHED THE HAND THAT TOUCHED REAGAN.
Be jealous.
Betcha Kentucky is glad we didn't 'Ditch Mitch' in '08. God- he's good. How's Elaine?
If Bush shows up tomorrow, I'll jump in the Delaware.
God I'm tired.
This thing needs to start at noon.
Agenda for tomorrow:
-Bash some Democrats with Ann Coulter.
-Find a six-figure salary job and place to live in D.C. or seduce a Senator.
Representatives are good, too.
-Be in the Diamond section so I can cut in the book signing line.
-Win the Reagan award.
-Make friends with someone cool that can introduce me for the Reagan award.
-Quit wasting money on witty political buttons.
-Receive an invitation to speak at CPAC and beat Gingrich's entrance.
-Hug another old Conservative man that writes his memoirs.
-Reincarnate Reagan.
POA- Plan of Action.
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