And to answer the question, which those are such Kid Ginsu askes,
which are what are we FOR -- our PLATFORM -- I stand here.
This is a pre-pared statement, paired to a pear pit. Blease pear
with me. I have only one life to live we'll be right back. LIVE.
Ahem.
Uberfemmes and Overmen, and little hyoomun pinkish things.
I have come before you as a follower of yours, hoping for you
to choose me as a leader -- as one leader of myself, as are all
we are of you who all are. And I thank you.
And so, this is my campaign speech. Please don't kill me yet.
Many have asked the question, the perfectly sensible and logical
question, which so many ask. And WHY? Because they want ANSWERS.
Friends, I have all those same questions, and that is why I want
to ask you to. Just to ask you all just this one question.
WILL YOU? WILL YOU VOTE FOR ME?
In these troubled times, troubled as we are by troubles on all
sides, troubles ALL AROUND US. If we could only find that one
weak link, that one sore spot, that TROUBLE SPOT, we would know.
How do we know? How could we know? How can anyone know. Which
is a statement, rather than a question. And so I state that
clearly, unabiguously, numumbgllmmmsy, what? And with all my
heart, I mean what I say when I say it. And so I say to you.
VOTE FOR ME. VOTE FOR ME NOW.
I know you've had enough of empty promises. MY PROMISES ARE
FULL. My promises RUNNETH OVER. My promises NEED A JANITORIAL
CREW AND HAVE TO SLEEP ON NEWSPAPERS. And that's a hard life
friends, having nothing, doing nothing, being nothing. And I
DON'T BLAME YOU. Why should I? I didn't make those promises.
NOR WOULD I. Can't you see? The time is now. It's time to GO.
SO GO VOTE. VOTE FOR ME. ME ME ME.
How many times can we remember, and do we? Do we REALLY?
Remember them? I thought so. But they don't THINK so.
Then again, they have NO IDEA. But *I* do. I think I know
you, and you know me, goo goo ga joob. And DON'T YOU KNOW IT.
I think you do. And that is why you ask of me. Why do you
ask me? BECAUSE I CARE. I CARE because I WANT to. I WANT that.
And I WANT to have you VOTE for ME.
Taxes? Taxes are on everybody's mind. And no one seems to want
to have to face the TRUTH. And the TRUTH IS, that we know what's
in store. Yes, in stores all across this fine land of ours, bought
and paid for with MONEY, friends, yes, MONEY which was bought at fine
stores near you. I know that's a bitter pill to swallow, a pale swipe at the blitter, a bite off a swell pillow. Don't I know it.
All I know is I want you to VOTE for ME.
There can only be one, and which of all of us is the which one we are.
I think you are. Are we not? THAT'S RIGHT. But WHO is RIGHT, and WHOSE
RIGHT IS IT ANYWAY? How can say? Who can give us the RIGHT, and take
it away? It's THEM. THEY are the ones. They are not WE. They won't
vote for me, so YOU HAVE TO. DO YOU HAVE IT IN YOU? The get it OUT.
YOU HAVE TO VOTE FOR ME. DON'T VOTE FOR THEM. ONLY VOTE FOR ME.
I think you can see now what I mean when I say. I think it's perfectly
clear what I mean. And what I say is. Would you say any different if
you were you and I were me? Would you vote for me if I were me and you
were voting? OF COURSE. That's what's so great about this great land
of ours. This great big land of the free with all the money. And we're
FREE. NO ONE can take that away from us, for us and by the people,
as long as they both shall live it up, WHITE with FOAM.
So VOOOOOOOOOOOTE. votevotevotevotevotevote VOTEFORME. mememememe
First, I came before you to ask, and then I say, finally.
Vote.
It's all you or I can do. And it's that CAN DO spirit, that
candle spurt, that trundle skirt twis towot twee. Twee ME.
Won't you please? I thank you. You're welcome to kill me now.
WAIT!
VOTE FOR ME.
OK, go ahead.
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