There was a running gag in the show, that Fibber McGee had a closet that was stuffed to overflowing, and the poor, hapless soul who opened the door of said closet, was subject to an avalanche of junk, brick-a-bracs, pots and pans and who knows what, to come crashing down upon him, all conveyed with only the sound effects of falling objects to stir one's imagination.
Thinking of the Fibber and his closet made me think of Obama and his Obamacare closet...once they opened the door to that "bill they had to pass to see what was in it", all kinds of garbage came crashing out. Millions of people lost affordable plans they were satisfied with, others discovered to their shock and chagrin, that their premiums would double and triple, and their deductibles would skyrocket under Obama's new "Affordable" health care.
In the imaginary world of "Fibber" McGee, there was no clean up of the mess. It was all imaginary - sound and fury, signifying little. Much like Obama's
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