a chin-up message from me shot in my bedroom. you also do late night. we have some of you reading your humor, explaining easter in a french class during one of your readings on letterman. it is said, one, a party for the little boy of god who call himself jesus and chief and her fellow countryman he calls himself jesus, and then he die one day on two morsels of lumber. the rest of the class jumped in, offering bits of information that would have given the pope an aneurysm. i never you know, i had this thing in my ear. i never listen to do myself. i met a teacher a while ago.
right? but what would you need to see? what do you need to say in order to get your vote? who are these people? i just don t really believe them? you keep it real. that s part of what people like about the whip that you have. and we ve just lived through really a big something here with this pandemic. you eschew not only social media but also zoom. why? someone told me if i didn t get zoom, which i didn t get, i would get out of a lot of fund-raisers and it did. it really did. can you put together a video and send out a message of hope to people? i thought, you know, there s still tv. there s still netflix and hbo. there s actual stuff to watch. i don t know that anybody needs a chin up message from me shot in my bedroom.