Obama said if I liked my doctor, I’d be allowed to keep him.
But when the Healthcare Act was turned into law, my doctor looked at the regulations and decided to retire early.
“But Obama said that if I liked you, I could keep you!” I shouted.
“Tough shit,” my doctor said. And he picked up his golf clubs and headed for the first tee.
He never made it to the 18th hole. I hijacked his cart and kidnapped him.
You know, for medical reasons.
He’s still in the clubhouse, tied to a chair.
No ransom. Because I’m keeping him.