Friday, December 30, 2011

Maybe Someone's Mother Was A Saint


“Yes, she will have no books written about her, but she was a saint”—Richard Nixon, (“extemporaneous”) Farewell Address, discussing his mother.

Or maybe someone was just a saintly little boy who can still wax tearful over those (bad old/good old?) days when his mother made him sing in the choir?

In the spirit of the season: Sniff.

1 comment:

  1. The "sing in the choir" theme is a recurring one, and does not conjure up quite the virtuous connotations one thinks Newt is aiming for (as we find out from him that the lovely and talented Callista has sung in the choir at the National Basilica for 15 years. You do the math.)

    I know I'm a horrible person for not appreciating a man who's manly enough to be in touch with his feelings, but give this guy a Sham-wow and give someone else the nomination.

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