What an honor: I, an obscure woman of a certain age in New England, am the rock upon which the gallant Sharron Angle shall build her triumphant campaign to unseat the nefarious Harry Reid!
Well, I'll achieve rocklike status if I can find my checkbook.
Or so suggests the urgent! give now! we can do it if you'll just fork over the cash! letter I got from the "Friends of Sharron Angle."
Say what?!? Oh, yes. Come over the fold with me and I'll show you.