Good Evening Michigan.

If you haven't already gone out and voted for Felson Mitchell at your local primary, then do so immediately.

I think we have Romney and Santorum shaking in their boots.  This is not becoming of a President, a man who gets scared.  One must fearlessly grab control of the reigns, everyone who is in opposition be damned.

And then when need to revert back to a simpler time.  Where quality is better than quantity.  I envision an America who comes together and says let the rest of the world blow themselves up, if they mess with us, then we give them a little taste of sweet nuclear US mother loving Aannihilation.

While the rest of the world is fucking beating the shit out of each other, we unite as we did in the twenties and in the fourties when the first two world wars took place, but this time, we sit at home, and build huge motherfucking transparent pyramids, hemmed together with long beams of aggregated diamond nanorods.  It would be a long and expensive project, but we can print money out of thin air, so this should not provide enough resistance to keep us from manifest destiny.  Like I said, we're the motherfucking USA, we do what we want.

So if you believe it is time for some SERIOUS change, please vote for me.  Or send me cash so I can start persuading the behind the scenes players to make better decisions.  I take all forms of payment, even grilled turkey and cheese sammitches.

God Bless you.

Wake up, America!

Its 2012, can you believe it?  I can't believe it, it seems like we are still in the Dark Ages.

We don't want to let gay people get married?  We don't want there to be birth control?  We don't care about the homeless, the poor, the downtrodden? 

We are not being represented by our politicians.  Demand more!  This is not a job that should be given to someone seeking personal gain.  This is a job for someone who cares about where our planet is heading.

Let's take a look at the larger picture.  The planet is warming.  There is drought, famine, war, poverty....lots of bad things, piling on top of one another.  There is no need for this.  I mean, where is our humanity?  We have lost it somewhere along the way.  We are disassociated from the reality of our existence.  These are the REAL ISSUES.  Not if two homosexuals can get married.  Shit, let them get married, lets move on....

We need more jobs.  Lets create jobs to pay people to clean the world up.  Taxes should be simple, and government should be small.   Those who have should foot most of the bill.  Those without need to demand jobs so they can stop living of the governments teat.   We are not a country of haves and soon to be haves.  We are a country of haves and never will haves...

Demand more from your politicians.  Vote FELSON MITCHELL.

Getting ready for the Hell-ection.

Yes it is going to be one difficult test to become President of the United States.  Espectially when you can't provide adequate birth records, like Obama.  I am not saying that he is a Muslim.  I am not retarded.  But I am saying that I don't have a birth certificate.  I was born in an ashram and I never got around to getting one.

Now, my background is impeccable.  Yes I did run with the Bloods, Piru, gangstas, outlaws.  You can check out my resume.  Just click here:
http://www.felsonmitchell2012.blogspot.com/2010/09/shout-out-to-molly-m-those-muffins.html

You could say I have done a little of everything.  Which is why I am such a successful self help guru.  It is also why I would make such a great president.  Because not unlike all of the other candidates, I have been afforded every luxury and educational opportunity because of my family's incredible wealth.

Knowing that I would not have any idea what the common person was like, I chose to run cough syrup to Compton to get down with the streets.

And, knowing that my almost uncanny ability to understand complex issues and razor sharp memory coupled with a preternatural ability to reason while under the toughest scrutiny imagineable would make me someday the ideal candidate, I had to keep moving from job to job to job.

When the times get tough, Felson Mitchell gets the baseball bat out and starts taking heads off.

Get out there and vote for me, Nevada!

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