I had a strange dream the other night, I went to Heaven and St Peter said you cannot come in here unless you do something really spectacular, take this bucket and go bail out Lake Superior.
I never stopped bailing, the days turned into weeks, the weeks into months. Finally, exhausted I went back to St Peter and pleaded with him for something a little easier.
He again repeated that nothing less than something spectacular will get you through these gates. But he relented and gave me another task. Find me a Presidential candidate that can save America apart from Ron Paul.
I replied, never mind - give me back the bucket.
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