Yeah, mothafuckas! This health care battle just got RAW!
The press was all, "what do you want? It's wednesday at 8 PM!" And Obama was all, "Sit the fuck down, lick on your pencils, and start taking this shit down, because I'm about to lay the statistics on this situation." And then he was all like, "I'm negotiating the details of that in closed sessions!" And then he was all, "I'm keeping a solid deadline for effective strategizing and good compromise." And then he was like, "Cleveland." Aw. Shit.
Too bad the best moment of the night was not even about heath care. Obviously Mr. President isn't at liberty to say much. So when he was asked the question about Henry Louis Gates and racial profiling, he implied that he still wears a name tag when we walks around the grounds at night. Hilarious, incisive, sad: the best Presidential joke yet.
OPERATOR: 911. What is your Emergency?
CALLER: Yes. I'd like to report a robbery in progress.
OPERATOR: Is it your house being robbed, sir?
CALLER: No. Someone is breaking into my neighbor's house.
OPERATOR: Can you describe the person?
CALLER: Yes. They're tall, and... they have dark skin.
OPERATOR: Anything else?
CALLER: They're large.
OPERATOR: Okay. What is the address of the house being broken into?
CALLER: 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.