Dear those who voted for me, and those who didn't,
You just put me back in office. Thank you. Now its your orifice that shall suffer. The alien probes discussed here previously, those were the mini-editions. Now the large and in charge, "Manpower 5000's" will be used. Thanks for keeping my Mom in office too, as its two Bulova's not the watches, of course, but the two of us who support the alien hybridization process at the Lamb Center. Twice as nice for our friends from outer space. My hair, my polished shiny teeth that have been cosmetically done to improve my Boy Scout appearance, are part of the deception used, and you bought it "hook, line, and sinker." Thank you.
Now its time to enter the next session in Richmond, with the Lamb Center ahead of all other bills? Looking for job growth? Ha ha ha ha ha! The Lamb Center takes priority. How about cleaning up the Chesapeake? Not under my watch, or at least until the Lamb Center gets front and center attention, along with funding. Its time to have the state pay for this place, which is the center of the universe, a place of much intelligence, and more knowledge than you've found out from some of the leaked memo's. Its time for the alien hybridizations to take place at a quicker rate, with Connolly, Barbie, and Meyer's babies running amok, not only over the city, but the state level. I want little green men in Richmond, to help me answer phone calls, and to also bother Brian Schoeman all day long. In fact, they are going to robocall his house constantly, although wouldn't that be alien call?
Guess its all just words. Jameson, I drink higher quality hooch. Us Bulova's are loaded with money, by being the political Kennedy's of Fairfax. Take that Camelot! We are better than the Kennedy's, more ambitious, and while you may have had a fine run, we are taking it further. With other planets, not just the nation involved, and voters being duped into voting for my campaigns and my mom's, illegal aliens and aliens from other planets have a better chance to succeed, just like those at the Lamb Center. So go ahead Brian, prop your feet up, and know that the aliens from all sectors just won, and that I am the man. Once again, I have showed you fools who's in charge, the bosses from Uranus, and the Lamb Center's little green men are goign to be registered Democrats voting for me and my mom.
Davey
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