So suddenly, suddenly, Americans are worried about my public speaking ability. Look: I owned this Camry, years back. Years. Uglier than sin, this thing. But it ran, it was dependable. I drove it into the dirt. Saved my keister more than once. Point is this: let me be your Camry
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I like Honda Accords. I need you to be an Accord or I may have to vote third party.
How about you do me a favor, a real solid: run for office. Run against me. Go ahead and ante up. Build a coalition and teach me the meaning of humiliation. If you pull that off I'll give you the keys to my house.
