Thank you. This next song I wrote for all of the people in this country that I feel don't have a voice. Well maybe the Commander-in-Chief will hear you this time. This one's for the so-called Commander-in-Chief, wherever you are and wherever your heart is. Dear Mr. President, I want you to know I am deeper than you, listen and learn. My heart is a chapel, my head is a steeple, my arms are the people, and the people now yearn. I stand for the midget, I stand for the negro, I stand for the Injun, all hopped up on booze. I stand for the Jap, and I stand for the beaner, I stand, yes I do, for the Christ-killin' Jew. And I stand for the dyke, and I stand for the retard, I stand for the Chinaman washing my socks. I stand for the bum, and the pimp, and the *, and the cripple that lives on my street in the box. To conclude, Mr. President, I'm not at all hesitant to tell you I think the First Lady's a fox. Her husband, the jerk-off, has ruined my country. That's all for today, Sincerely, D. Cox.