Forget the small fact of my place of birth. I just ordered three vanilla petite scones at Starbucks. If that doesn't make me an elite snooty pansy-ass un-American commie terrorist-lover, what would?
This article available online at:
http://www.theatlantic.com/daily-dish/archive/2008/05/why-i-could-never-run-for-president/216947/
