Wednesday, October 8, 2008



I know what it's like to be special.

I grew up in Greystones Manor.

My horses and dogs loved me.

So did my Mom and Dad and my dresser and my presser, Bertie and Birdie.

My tennis coach, Tyron, never once said a discouraging word to me and that's probably why I won more matches than anyone in Club history.

When a very poor kid I knew who had somehow won a scholarship to Ole' Miss was drafted and went to fight in various odd wars around the globe, I was devastated.

So I know what it's like to be truly American. That's right. I do.

The White House won't scare me like it might scare some others. To me it's just like a Howard Johnson's only without a coffee shop with those really good pancakes.

Thanks for your attention tonight and God bless.


Anonymous said...

What the heck is this?

David in North Burnaby BC said...

"anonymous said...
What the heck is this?"

Sir David is apparently portraying McCain as out of touch with mainstream America. Unlike say, Barry Obama, who is, of course, Joe Sixpack down to the ground.
You're welcome. ;-)