Whoever said that there is no parking on the campaign trail was right. My schedule has been ever so full! Fortunately I have met many wonderful people over the last few days, including Bill from Little Feat. Last night, I spent quality time getting a special perspective on Michigan life from Gracie and Bosco. They are particularly concerned about their impending move to the swing state of Ohio. You see, they do not know how to swing. They tried. They climbed up on the swing set and everything, but mostly, it was just an embarrassing experience where they were briefly unable to touch the ground with their little feet. When I am elected, I shall ensure that citizens like Gracie and Bosco not only have quality dog food to eat in their old age but also that they learn the nuances of swinging at a very early age. It is the least this great nation can do!

Friday night, I visited with the CIWIC participants at a lakeside picnic. Here I am seen with my supporters in the background.

It was an evening of great discussions, though these supporters are perhaps too focused on the hermeneutics of things. While I completely support that texts remain as written, I'm not in agreement with the idea that interpretation changes. Interpretative dance should be able to do whatever it wants without any say from the text. I am a supporter of interpretive dance and the text better keep its evil hands to itself.

Today, I had the pleasure of visiting some of the beautiful and special places of Houghton, Michigan. I know that everyone cannot visit this great town, so take a few minutes and explore the Virtual Tour for a treat that can't even be equal by DisneyWorld.

Looking out at the wonderful Portage Lift Bridge (check the bridgecam)—that keen passage from Houghton to the Keweenaw Peninsula, I knew why the Ojibwa language uses the word "Keweenaw" to mean "place where one crosses."

Indeed, if one didn't cross at the bridge, one would need fairies and Will said he's too busy teaching summer school and besides that one would probably use a lot more fuel and nonsense than one would need to just walk across a bridge, not that I'm walking across the bridge given that the Secret Service don't like me doing such things but I can't really be too specific without jeopardizing national security. Besides, I have wings anyway. Why would I have some silly Tinkerbelle lift me up and fly me across when I could do it myself if the Secret Service weren't so worried about keeping me close to the stockpile? But I stray from my purpose...Suffice it to say that Historic Houghton is one special place and do not look in that building next to the docks because the Secret Service said that you really would never find their stockpile of weapons there because they hid them under a tarp so don't even bother trying.

Yesterday I took time out to explore a Houghton Cemetary as a tribute to the service that many men and women gave to our great nation over the years. As I walked among the markers, I noted soldiers from World War I, World War II, the Korean Conflict, and the Vietnam War. These men and women are to be honored every day, not just on Memorial Day, for they ensured that America remains the greatest nation in the world.

May they all rest in peace.

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Yesterday, I had the opportunity to pose with a Cambrian fossil, which was featured at a Wisconsin Rest Area in Westfield.

The sign near the fossil explains that it shows "Footprints in the Sands of Time," and as I thought on this 570 million-year-old wonder, a miracle in the bedrock of this great land, I was reminded of the words of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow:

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time.

I endeavor to leave my own footprints on the sands of time. Join me, citizens of this great nation, in banding together to make a difference, to leave your footprints. Join me as I work to leave footprints that will long be remembered by Americans thousands of years from now. Join me on my campaign team. Leave footprints as you work to better the world around you. Perhaps you can even leave two sets of footprints.

There is a great bedrock of support behind me. Help me make a difference! Help me win the 2008 election!

Today has been a great day of travel. I met friends at Merrill, Rhinelander, Eagle's Creek, and Donken. I'm now setting up my Yooper Campaign Headquarters and strategizing on Houghton-Hancock-Keweenaw campaign appearances. Starting at the top of Michigan, I am working to make this a great nation again.

Technical difficulties have caused me to be unable to share an image of today's journey, but my technicians are working on the problem and we hope to have it sorted out soon.

And no matter what is said elsewhere, I only ask the questions that matter, the questions that will make this nation stronger and happier.

May God continue to bless the Ducks and this nation.

Today, I had the pleasure of visiting with citizens from Normal, Willow Creek, Mendota, and De Forest. I am always amazed as I travel this great land by the range of people you'll find at rest stops and gas stations. And who knew that people were shopping for refrigerators and tv/dvd combos at Truck Stops? It has been a great beginning to a great campaign!

Before I sign off for the night however, let me address some shenanigans going on elsewhere. I did not, I would not, sweet talk motel staff into upgrading a room. I must have this room for security reasons. The Jacuzzi is simply unnecessary. I am a Duck. I jacuzzi on every pond, lake, river, stream, and waterway of this great land. I would NEVER argue for an upgrade. I am an ethical Duck. Secret Service required this room. I am a simple Duck of the people. I could have nested on that farm pond behind the motel.

And with that issue resolved, I must sign off and get to work on my speeches for tomorrow. I cannot wait to meet more of the great citizens of this nation!