Read my lips, you can keep your own doctor if you like, period. Oops, I got confused with another presidential liar, George H. W. Bush.
Well I'm not a crook; if you like your health care plan you can keep it, period. Sorry, my mistake, I got that mixed up with Richard Nixon's lies.
I did not have sex with that health care plan. Darn it. Stupid fingers just won't cooperate with brain to get this story straight. Can't get Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky out of my mind.
This is starting to get scary. Note to self: Must see health care professional. No wait, can't do that; he got fired up with this progressive lunacy, retired and moved to Aruba.
What to do, what to do? Aha! I'll just head north to Canada like liberals did during the Vietnam War. They have a tried and proven health care system there. On second thought, that won't work either. It could take months or even years to see a doctor there with this condition.
Panic is starting to set in. I'm now in a state of quandary; so many choices here I'm totally confused as to what course to take. (Light bulb goes on as in Dilbert cartoon speech bubble). I'll just head to jolly old England; they have had decades to perfect health care there. Now where did I put that passport? It's starting to get dizzy and the light is getting dimmer. I'm fading in an out of consciousness, zzzzzzzzzz.
Roddy D. Riggs