Didja ever wonder what your name would be if Todd Palin was your Joe Sixpack Dad and Sarah Palin was your own personal hockey mom? Wonder no longer, ya gosh darn mavericks!
And wouldn't it be a hoot if you could actually crawl around in Sarah Palin's brain when she's up on stage, winkin' and smilin' and sayin' "Darn, tootin', Mr. Putin!" It might be somethin' like this.
Hope ya can follow all those crazy arrows, 'coz it can be confusin' if you're not a Silicon Valley insider.