Last night was horrible. I worried that my electricity would be shut off, no water for a shower. Barack Obama scared me to death; I hit the pill cabinet with a vengeance and downed what Tylenol I had, trying to relieve what I thought was a tumor exploding in my brain from worry.
This morning, shaking so bad that I couldn’t open the toothpaste tube, I bit into it, shooting toothpaste everywhere. I was surprised the water worked; I cleaned up the mess and cut a bar of soap in half to conserve on soap, knowing the soap industry would be shut down. I kept staring at the toilet paper, wondering whether to use it or not.
I finally got myself together and headed for the restaurant, thinking no one would be out and about due to the shutdown. To my surprise, cars were going about their business as usual, like no shutdown occurred. The restaurant was open for business as usual, chickens laid eggs, pigs supplied the bacon and the baker the bread.
I thought I would drive downtown to check out the free Obamacare. The line was unbelievable and everyone was making calls on their Obamaphones. I guess Obamacare and Obamaphones were exempt from shutting down.
Obama sure had me fooled; his teleprompter was giving him bad advice. Nothing was shut down.