Your Gloriousness, president elect Obama,
I represent the oldest industry in existence. Recently, my firm experienced a serious financial slump. My Wall Street clientele has shrunk. All I get now is 20 dollars a pop and not for a honest American blowjob but to beat me up. They're, wachamakolit, frustrated. Needless to say, my face, which was not very attractive to begin with due to years of drug abuse, now looks like rotten cranberry sauce.
Furthermore, my pimp's overhead had increased due, because he switched to a very fine brand of heroin and so did my boyfriend, who, as far as I know had never help a job except for a few brief stints as a license plate maker in our great nation's penitentiary.
In all fairness, you should consider a bailout package for my firm. It is a modest proposal to save a historical and 100% American business. All I need is a few thousand dollars to buy off my violent pimp and buy a bus ticket home