It is amazing that a pig can stand so long on her back legs

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the "palinism" of America... no one is safe from the vast, hypnotizing effect that the idiot witch of the north commands over the legion of "stupid and willing"...and lets get this straight ...i hate "dancing with the stars"...it is the train wreck reality tv has created in america...the whole concept is contrary to my opinion of talent and entertainment...that being said...i have been sucked in this year...how you might ask??? ...well i read in a blog that the "palinites" had joined hands in a huge "short bus" electoral storm to see that sarah's porcine progeny go all the way and win this testament to american foppery...it is comical if not tearful to watch this poor "piglet" clop around the floor dragging her professional partner around like a tiny pull toy...no marveling throws here...that would require herculean strength...nope just clopping...but regardless of her ability or lack thereof...she continues to win...and move forward...the judges are left speechless..their co contestants look on slack jawed...as week after week...this pig defies logic and dances for prolonged time on her back legs...surely a world record... for little pigs...but what is worse...more frightening...is that these same people just changed the course of a nation...or maybe that's not surprising...maybe it is the next great american legacy...all hail the dancing pig and her mother

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