Thanks, Sonny, for this chance to be able to appear before zillions of my bidders to explain my unrelenting stance for a real meaningful democracy, because when people cast bids, the bids should be counted. That is the framework of our Constitution, the sacred legacy passed down from the truly wise Founding Bears through more than two centuries

As you can see, Mrs. Bear tagged along with me today. We are so passionately in LOVE and try to make every moment count, just as I am trying to make every bid count for my fellow Abearicans. Do you remember that really great MTV hit, "She Don't Bring Me Flowers Anymore"? It's been a favorite of mine for many years, and I really can't remember the artists, but Mrs. G Bear is NO second G string and she always seems to hit my G spot! She constantly brings me more, day after day, and extra bunches, freshly picked from the forest, on those extra special occasions -- such as Bidding Day, when we proudly stood in line to add a CAREFULLY measured, constitutionally mandated drop of honey to the Honey Box. And in Bearville, MY Honey Box had the most drops, which showed the Will of the Bears and the consent of the governed.

Yes, Honey Pot, I LOVE you BEARY much too. [[hug....hug]] [[smooch....smooch]]

Hey, Sonny, you seem more even successful than Bush Bear in making some $$$, in this free-for-all typically Abearican FREE ENTERPRISE system, from this significant every-bid-counts election! I could really use motivated go-getters such as you on my ACTION team. Don't call me though, I'll get back to you when I have a free moment between TV specials, attempting to explain my unwavering quest for a bidding result in a way that is expeditious, as well as fair -- and may take us into the next century before any clearcut result is forthcoming. After all, we are NOT from that other party where their major platform issue has always been TIME IS MONEY!

I recall a VERY sincere email that I personally received (NO, not one of those we lost on those totally unreliable Bear House computers!) from a jock supporter, Mr. Oleander Crotchitch, in Couch Bear, South Bearkota. He, with tears in his eyes, told me how his family is bearly coping with the rising cost of gasoline to take his young ones to their weekly Cub Clout meetings. That's one of the reasons that I released a trickle of our bearish stratigic oil reserves, so that fellow patriotic, voting bears could get out to the bidding places to cast their bids -- ALL of which must count! I was even thrilled to receive a photo of this sincere jock supporter, which I passed on to Monique Beara, who has a large collection of them posted on her closet door.

OK, Honey Bear, I LOVE you too. We are such a happy, typical traditional grass roots beary Abearican family, based on Love and mutual respect and admiration and caring and a need to go out to bid and have each and every one of our bids count! [[hug....hug]] [[smooch....smooch]]

What I shall never understand is how Bush Bear received even a single bid! I have been faithfully following your highly reliable FUKU Poll estimates -- and FUKU has been on the lips of millions of my fellow Bears for over two weeks, fully knowing how it stands for an accurate assessment of the bidding process -- which clearly show that BIG Bear $$$ has been the ONLY significant variable controlling factor! What a chilling effect this will have on future generations of cubs, who will become totally disillusioned with our traditional two-bear system!

Forget about mysteriously misplacing all those milibeary records in Papa Bear's shredder. Never mind all those bearly believable stories about foreign ties to bearish oil contracts, luxury casinos and investing in fool's GOLD deposits, and the fuzzy soft donations to their sneaky slush fund! Hey, even Rocky 'Geologist' Bear accidentally fell out of a helicopter at a couple thousand feet after they discovered that their investments in his mines were worth zilcho -- it happens all the time, especially along the wetlands bordering the New Beary Turnpike, and they never ever find the bodies! Hey, did you know I also invented the Turnpike!

Incidently I received another bear-wrenching letter from a hard-working, construction worker in sunny Bearida, whose pickup full of anxious, excited potential bidders was turned back a short distance from the bidding place simple because they were PURPLE bears! They were NOT even allowed to exercise their constitutional rights in this great land of freedom! THIS SHOULD NOT HAVE OCCURRED! I need not remind you that my party has always been one of inclusion, no matter what your fur color or persuasion. We bears of ALL colors to participate in our multi-faceted rainbow den, promising equal opportunity for all who work unselfishly towards the common good of a full honey pot in every cave.

In closing, let me leave you and your bidders with this unsolicited thought from a concerned pal in that lovely neighboring country just north of our friendly shared borders, the splendid and sovereign nation of Canabearda. They also had some important elections recently, and also, in a very democratic manner, allowed each and every vote to count -- only it took them a much shorter time to figure out who the winner was, even though there are more bears in Canabearda than in Bearida. And the bidding system is easier too......

One moose tooth is a bid for the party in office and an antler for the opposition. It's also a beary traditional ancient system, with its own drawbacks -- a den of nine potential bidder bears has a better chance of getting a stockpile of moosey teeth than all those really big, heavy antlers!

There was VERY little protest about who was chosen by popular bid. ONLY the National Moose Lodge Confederation protested saying that walrus ivory was a much better choice. BUT the eskibears filed frozen-fresh law suits saying they were NOT giving up any of their stash of freeze-dried walrus carcasses until there were more Inubearit candidates to choose from on the bid ballots, saying that now that they have their own homeland in the bearen frozen regions that nobody else had any use for anyway, they were now striving for more political recognition within Mama Lizzie Bear's commonwealth.

And just in case this drags on a tad longer than it already has, HAPPY HOLIDAYS to ALL, and to ALL a good night!