Friday, November 12, 2004

Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free; send these, the homeless tempest-tossed, to me; I lift my lamp beside the golden door. How about rooting for our side for a change, you liberal moron.

much obliged

This is pretty scary, but this is ... well, judge for yourself.

" ... the President must have sensed my nervousness (it would be hard not to) and he whispered, 'It's okay,'. I stood up straight. His hand was on my back. I felt his hand rubbing my back. My back, in other words, was being rubbed by the President of the United States in a comforting, fatherly gesture."