Dear Diary: What if I threw a huge healthcare party and nobody came? If you were to smoke a cigar-sized joint of Maui Wowie, as I did this morning you would find it as funny as I do. Bwaaah!ha!ha! I have decided to get through this whole daymare by treating it as a huge joke that Sibelius and I have played on the American people. Geddit? Affordable Care Act! Some suckers thought that I could create medical care that they could afford. That's like expecting Nanny Bloomberg to create an Affordable Apartment Act for Fifth Avenue. Not gonna happen.
Joe Biden came into the Oval Office this morning and suggested that we say that the whole Act was just the result of a typo and it is really the Affordable Wealth Care Act to force the rich to invest all their money in the US Treasury where we would take care of it for ever. Nudge, nudge. Enough about that. Then there is the other vexing problem I am facing, and that is how to placate Frau Merkel and Monsieur Hollande who are seething with indignation at being listened to by the NSA. No other leaders are making quite such a fuss and that's probably because they know that we have more dirt on them that we could possibly need. But enough about me.
