Dear friends, I stand before you today as an agent of change. Do we really want four more years of the same old songwriter/mosaic artist? I grew up a poor Eur-Asian Chicano in a steel mill town on the coast of England. Let me tell you about an example of family values. In harder times, my mom wasn't afraid to sell her body on the streets, by gum, to put dinner on the table. Now THAT'S family values! Personally, I spent my childhood working in the steel mill, 11 hours a day, 6 days a week, with only a swatch of old leather to gnaw for my porridge. And when I'd get off my shift, I'd walk over to the shoreline and gaze out across the Atlantic, to my future; so close, yet so far. Friends, one day, I took the plunge, and swam. Swam through storms, past frigates and sharks until I saw in my sights the gleaming coastline of New Jersey. Friends, I hoisted myself up by my bootstraps and graduated Summa Cum Loudly from Princeton. Dear Friends, THAT is the American dream! I AM America! And so can you!

As I campaign, I will criss-cross this great nation: Boston, Chicago, Alabama and Three Dog Night. I will leave no rolling stone unturned...

Dear friends, we stand together at the edge of a precipice. We stand on a cliff which looms over a wide chasm and face two options. We can either be like Wile E. Coyote, and fall wildly into that abyss, not knowing where the end will be, or how hard we will splatter on the canyon floor, or we can be like the Road Runner, leaping gracefully over that yawning chasm.

Friends, we need CHANGE and I am the change you've been seeking! I will not be loose change, but hard, fast change that sticks to the roof of your mouth like peanut butter. Do you really want four more years of the same songwriter/mosaic artist? I, for one, am not afraid to take on the fat cats in Washington! Persian, tabby, Siamese, calico...there's no cat too fat that I would not wrestle to the ground to stop them from supping at the reserves of our pork barrels.

Friends...we need change and we need it now. And I as go forward into the future, always remembering my humble Eur-Asian Chicano English steel mill town beginnings, we will cross the valleys of life together, into a brighter America! Nay, a brighter WORLD!

Thank you and God Bless. The child. Who's got his own....who's got his own.

-Paid for by the A.S.K. 4 Songwriter/Mosaic Artist '08 campaign

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