Dear Diary: As promised, here's the second half of today's entry. I filled the Orlando hall with soaring rhetoric, about this being the land of equal opportunity, but was disappointed that I did not get the ecstatic applause I expect from peons. It turned out that the Secret Service in a fit of zealousness had refused to let the audience keep knives and forks to finish their lunch, lest they show their appreciation of me by stabbing me with the aforesaid eating untensils. I'll now have to let another tranche of illegals stay, in order to win back Latino votes in November. I'm exhausted, time to slide into the Presidepedic and surrender to the reassuring caress of my blankey, Boo-boo. Buenos noches Boo-boo.. Barry luv Boo-boo....um-num-num-um...zzzzz...
