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"One year, while stalking sheep, I disappeared. I was
only about eight years old..."

Below is the commentary on the next page of Going Rogue. I would just like to add this citation from our Sarah. It is from an interview she granted to "People" magazine; I do not have the exact date at hand, only the following words:

Sarah to "People": "I'm a voracious reader, always have been...I think that comes from growing up in a family of schoolteachers also where reading and seizing educational opportunities was top on my parents' agenda."

"People" to Sarah: "What do you like to read?"

Sarah to "People": "Autobiographies, historical pieces--really, anything and everything. Besides the kids and sports, reading is my favorite thing to do."

And the wicked, wretched minions of barack obama dared, and continue to dare, to attack our beautiful lady as illiterate, as someone who does not, nay cannot, read!!!!! We must war against them unceasingly, to vindicate her honor and sacred TRUTH. It is a duty of piety; it is a duty of justice; it is a duty of love:

My friends and brothers/sisters-in-arms: DRAW SWORDS!!!!!

God bless you all!--I shall see you again later on this week.

Sarah Domination 2010; SARAH 2012!!!!

And now for the commentary...

At the top of p.19 of Going Rogue, Sarah makes a humorous remark that is likely to drive the humorless, grim, unlovely, unsmiling, tree-hugging, tree-loving, animal-loving, human-being-hating far-Lefties crazy...good for her!! The context is her remark, "I love meat," which I discussed in the commentary on p.18. Sarah goes on to specify various kinds of meat that she likes. She adds that she has a particular fondness for moose and caribou.

Then, as we flip over from p.18 to p.19, we read the following, "I always remind people from outside our state that there's plenty of room for all Alaska's animals--right next to the mashed potatoes."

Oh, how these words will drive the wolf-lovers, the fish-lovers, the commie "greens," the self-righteous "environmentalists," nuts; again, I say, GOOD FOR HER!!!

Next, further on down the page, come some words that deserve a few remarks. Sarah says:

"At the national park, we'd dress in white sweatshirts and quietly, carefully, creep near herds of majestic dall sheep with their thick curled horns. We weren't to bother the sheep, just get close, be still...and enjoy. It was one way Dad taught us to appreciate the pristine beauty and wildlife of Alaska."

Behold the wisdom of Sarah's wonderful dad!! In this noisy, this bustling, this busy, busy world, we must sometimes close our mouths, close our egos, close our pride, and open up our hearts and spirits and souls, and in SILENCE AND HUMILITY contemplate the beauty of creation and of creation's God!!

Finally, towards the bottom of p.19 we find the following words that may remind some of the loss and finding of the child Jesus in the temple at Jerusalem: Mary and Joseph must have thought He was gone forever...oh, the agony that the hearts of parents can suffer!! The words are as follows:

"One year, while stalking sheep, I disappeared. I was only about eight years old, and for a couple of anxious hours of climbing hillsides and calling my name, no one could find me on the crags and snowpack. Finally, Dad found me--sound asleep in the sunshine on a rocky slope near a grazing herd. While watching the animals, I had simply dozed off, camouflaged in a sweatshirt as white as the sheep were, so no one could spot me, even with binoculars. Dad said he played it cool while I was lost, but inside, he was pretty frantic."

Imagine the woeful scene; trace its heart-rending lineaments in the vaulted chamber of spirit and soul; let it echo and resound in Yeats' "deep heart's core." It holds and grips and tears away at my heart, even with the anodyne distance and passage of well-nigh unto forty years, to even think about it...the repeated cries of her family (guys, real men can cry, I think--at any rate, I am not ashamed to tell you all that my eyes are not dry as I type this!!)--the repeated cries and shouts:

"SARAH, SARAH, SARAH, where are you, where are you, where are you....?!?"--hope fading.......hope fading as grim minutes slipped remorselessly into pitiless hours..........They must have thought their treasure was gone forever....... But the Good Lord, in His gracious kindness, the Good, Good Lord, decreed otherwise. They had found her.
　
My friends, we too were perhaps tempted, for a brief, despairing instant and for a little spot of time, to think, on the fell, grim night of 28 August, 2008, when the silver-tongued devil, barack obama, delivered his DNC acceptance speech in Denver, we too were perhaps tempted to think that we had lost the United States of America...forever.

But NO, NO: Hark to the dawn's early light; hark to the trumpet's clarion call of sunrise and of morning's splendor on the glorious 29th. Just as Chuck and Sally found Sarah on that happy day almost forty turnings of the years ago, so we too found her, and found our country again, on Sarah Palin Day, 29 August, 2008.

WE WILL NEVER LET HER GO; WE WILL NEVER LET OUR COUNTRY GO; WE WILL FOLLOW HER IN BATTLE TO THE MOUTH OF HELL AND BACK, IF NECESSARY; WE WILL STAND BY HER SIDE, ALL OF US AMERICANS, ALL OF US WITH HEARTS JOINED TO HEARTS, TO WIN BACK THE LAND THAT WE LOVE!!!!!!!

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