Over various loudspeekers hung in trees and attached to picnic shelters come the strands of Starship's "Nothin's Gonna Stop Us Now" as Bugg works the ropeline, shaking hands, kissing babies, signing autographs. She makes her way to a picnic table pressed into service as a makeshift stage. She climbs up with the assist of Grumpy, Bob, jondude and Paulie holding on to keep her from tipping off. She's heard off mike saying, "Grumpy! Those hands stay BELOW the knees, remember?" The crowd cheers wildly as Bugg takes the mike, gets an earsplitting feedback, thumps the mike several times.
"Hello...MyBloggerstown!!!" Crowd goes nuts, whistles, stomps,hoots, waves BUGG FOR POOBAH signs and American flags.

"Thank you so much, and thank you teacherwoman, for sponsoring this fabulous fundraising barbeque." More wild cheers. "For the first time in my adult life, I am really proud of my MyBloggerstown." More cheers, whistles, hoots.
"You know, folks, its great to be here in MyBloggerstown. Where people are hardworking, honest, patriotic, family folks who want their gub'ment to be more responsive to stop wasting their hard earned tax money, and be representatives of, by, and for the people. Who want the gub'ment to kick special interest lobbyists in the ass and right on out the door. In the Bugg Administration, the only speacial interest will be
YOU!!!" Cheers, whistles chants of WE WANT BUGG and BUGG BUGG SHE'S OUR BUGG. "Now it won't be easy. We'll have tough days ahead. But with your help and guidance, we will once again be the shining city on the hill, the beacon of hope to all our citizens and and those around the world." Again more wild cheers. "Now a certain other presidential campaign, which shall go unnamed, has the campaign slogan 'Yes We Can'. But for the Bugg campaign, our rallying cry is and always will be 'You Bet Yer Ass'." Crowd shreiks with delight and begins to chant YOU BET YER ASS. "So now Amurica lemme ask you....can we end this stupid war and bring our precious sons and daughters home?" Crowd: YOU BET YER ASS. "Can we have universal health care for all Amurican's?" YOU BET YER ASS. "Can we fix our dilapidated infrastructure so that it is safe and efficient?" YOU BET YER ASS. "Can we overhaul our public school system making in the finest in the world so our kids can compete in a global economy?" YOU BET YER ASS. "And can we stem the tide of outscourcing, and keep good paying jobs right here at home?" YOU BET YER ASS. "Can we stem the tide of illegal immigration that undercuts Amurican wages and drains Amurican resources?" YOU BET YER ASS. "Yeah, you bet yer ass, Amurica. We can do all these things. And if we all pull together, the Bugg Administration will lead us all to the new dawn of hope." Cheers and wild applause. Signs bearing the slogan YOU BET YER ASS miraculously appear and are waved wildly. "Thank you all for coming. Now lets all dig into those ribs and elevate our cholesteral and have a few beers and kill some brain cells, whadaya say?" Frantic calls of WE WANT BUGG aa Bugg alights from the stage and makes her way to the food and beverage area, waving and shaking hands along the way. As Bugg sits down with her food amongst her closest advisors, Cindy Lou Who, Bugg's campaign manager and running mate, tells her that Michelle Obama, Abe Lincoln and Ronald Reagan called and told her to stop using their lines in her speeches. Bugg tells Cindy to tell Michelle, Abe and Ronnie where to go and what to do to themselves once they get there. Then she gives Paulie a "you know what to do" look. Paulie nods and leaves descretely.