Tommy Gun
Charter Member
Let me get this straight.
Obama's health care plan will:
Be written by a committee whose head says he doesn't understand it.
Be passed by a Congress that hasn't read it (but exempts themselves from it).
Be signed by a president who smokes (and also hasn't read it).
Have funding administered by a treasury chief who did not pay his taxes.
Be overseen by a surgeon general who is obese.
Be financed by a country that is nearly broke.
What could possibly go wrong?
The phone rings and the lady of the house answers, "Hello?"
"Mrs. Sanders, please."
"Speaking."
"Mrs. Sanders, this is Dr. Jones at St. Agnes Laboratory. When your husband's doctor sent his biopsy to the lab last week, a biopsy from another Mr. Sanders arrived as well. We are now uncertain which one belongs to your husband. Frankly, either way the results are not too good."
"What do you mean?" Mrs. Sanders asks nervously.
"Well, one of the specimens tested positive for Alzheimer's and the other one tested positive for HIV. We can't tell which is which."
"That's dreadful! Can you do the test again?" questioned Mrs. Sanders.
"Normally we can, but the new health care system will only pay for these expensive tests just one time."
"Well, what am I supposed to do now?"
"The folks at Obama health care recommend that you drop your husband off somewhere in the middle of town. If he finds his way home, don't sleep with him."
Obama's health care plan will:
Be written by a committee whose head says he doesn't understand it.
Be passed by a Congress that hasn't read it (but exempts themselves from it).
Be signed by a president who smokes (and also hasn't read it).
Have funding administered by a treasury chief who did not pay his taxes.
Be overseen by a surgeon general who is obese.
Be financed by a country that is nearly broke.
What could possibly go wrong?
The phone rings and the lady of the house answers, "Hello?"
"Mrs. Sanders, please."
"Speaking."
"Mrs. Sanders, this is Dr. Jones at St. Agnes Laboratory. When your husband's doctor sent his biopsy to the lab last week, a biopsy from another Mr. Sanders arrived as well. We are now uncertain which one belongs to your husband. Frankly, either way the results are not too good."
"What do you mean?" Mrs. Sanders asks nervously.
"Well, one of the specimens tested positive for Alzheimer's and the other one tested positive for HIV. We can't tell which is which."
"That's dreadful! Can you do the test again?" questioned Mrs. Sanders.
"Normally we can, but the new health care system will only pay for these expensive tests just one time."
"Well, what am I supposed to do now?"
"The folks at Obama health care recommend that you drop your husband off somewhere in the middle of town. If he finds his way home, don't sleep with him."
