An Earful of Support
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Last night my campaign manager removed the furnace air filter for probably the first time ever, and now it sounds like a jet plane is launching in my kennel. Thank you, campaign manager. Don't you know I have sensitive bat ears?
These ears of mine are a fierce political weapon. I can hear whispered conspiratorial conversations from across the room, and no one can sneak up behind me - unless I'm deep in thought. Or eating. On a clear day, if I tilt my head just right, I can even listen to NPR, which is handy for keeping up-to-date with current political going-ons.
So please, kind supporters, when you meet me in the streets, resist the urge to scream with joy. I appreciate your enthusiasm, but it hurts my ears.
These ears of mine are a fierce political weapon. I can hear whispered conspiratorial conversations from across the room, and no one can sneak up behind me - unless I'm deep in thought. Or eating. On a clear day, if I tilt my head just right, I can even listen to NPR, which is handy for keeping up-to-date with current political going-ons.
So please, kind supporters, when you meet me in the streets, resist the urge to scream with joy. I appreciate your enthusiasm, but it hurts my ears.
1 Comments:
I totally understand you pain, I also have sensitive bat ears. I think they are a sign of dignity and refinement, a good quality in a mayoral candidate.
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