Dear William Jefferson,
I've been watching the party's convention on and off since it started, and I have only one thing to say:
You have managed to make some very bored-looking people look alive and vibrant and filled with more actual hope than ever. I don't think that even the Fourth of July brings out as much gushingly happy flag-waving as your presence alone just did.
In some weird way, it makes one wonder: how many people in Denver are wishing tonight that third terms were allowed?
What is it about your soft Arkansas drawl, the twinkle in your eyes, and your easy gesturing that puts even your most fearsome enemies at ease? What did you slip in the water, Slick Willie?
I wish I knew what makes you you. I wish I knew the secret of your charm.
And hell, I'm starting to wish for third terms too.