Me, I dunno. Barry's a good guy. I mean, I sez to him, "Barry?" I sez, "I'd love to vote Democrat but see I got this here yacht I wanna tie up in the Bahamas and the dock fees are killing me, you know, and the Koch brothers are willing to chip in. What's in it for me, big fella?"
"Well, Bill," he sez, putting his arm around my shoulder, he sez, "I can fix you right up. I can make it so that every man, woman, and child under the age of 40 has to pay yer dock fees, not just now, not just while yer alive, but forever!" Whoa. Now that's some kind of promise. And then he sez, "Yeah, and if they can't pony up, we can borrow the money from the Chinese! Think of it, boy! They'll not only be paying yer dock fees, they'll be paying for the hot tub in your chalet in Aspen and tellya what, Billyboy, I'll even get Michelle to put you in her posse next time she takes a vacation to Europe or Tahiti or somewhere!"
Well, you can't do better than that. Except the Dennis Kucinich has offered to fly me to his home world on the next saucer run. I may hold out for those green-skinned alien slave girls like in Star Trek, you know what I mean? You think the Munchkin From Mars can't deliver? Think again. So the deal isn't done yet. If yer gonna sell out, I say, don't sell out cheap.
LOL!