My other adopted African child

I just agreed to give $10 every month to the Democratic National Committee. And now I feel like I’ve now got another adopted child out there in the Sudanese desert, going to a new school, hopefully. Getting wells put in for clean water. All of that. I hope they send me a picture as my little DNC grows up. And as with my other adopted African child, whose name unfortunately I can’t recall at just this moment, more than anything, I hope the DNC doesn’t grow up wanting to kill me.
Ok, that’s not really my number-one hope. But I liked the way it sounded. Send yer complaints to the blog-police. Lousy, stinkin’ blog-coppers. Come and get me, ya no-good blog-screws!
-Cecil