Once upon a time, three brothers, Manny, Moe, and Jack McSwine, moved into a forest where they built unique homes using EPA-approved, ecologically- friendly materials.
One fine day, an overweight-and-out-of-shape government worker rap, rap, rapped on the door of Manny’s straw house. Manny opened the door.
The worker said, “Good day Mr. McSwine. I’m Rupert Wolfsbane, your Healthcare Navigator, and I have a gift for you from the most powerful person in America.”
Manny asked, “Valerie Jarrett has a present for me?”
Rupert Wolfsbane looked confused. “Um . . . no sir. Not her, but Hillary . . . no. . . Biden. No, I mean Obama . . . President Obama. He wants you to give you free health care. It’s as easy as one-two-three. First, I’ll need your bank account numbers. Then, your social security number. And, I’ll help you adjust your application so you qualify for the best deal and won’t have to pay anything for health care. It’ll only take a few minutes. Then I’ll be on my way.”
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Manny said, “You’re kidding, right? You’re a total stranger and you want me to hand over my personal information. And, you’re encouraging me to commit fraud?”
Rupert Wolfsbane puffed out his chest. “Sir, I’m a Certified Healthcare Navigator. No matter what the Republicans say about us, we have undergone 20 intensive hours of training. I know how to protect your information. I know how to guide you through the application process to ensure you receive favorable premiums and a high subsidy. This will only take a few minutes. Now, your social security number is?”
Manny stepped back inside his straw house. “Not interested. I like my health care. I’m keeping my health care. Period. I like my doctor. I’m keeping my doctor. Period. I’m too busy trimming the hairs on my chinny, chin, chin to stand here and chit-chat with you. Have a nice day.” He closed the door.
Rupert Wolfsbane knock, knock, KNOCKED on the door.
“But, but, but, I haven’t told you about the benefits the president wants to give you: friendly nurses, spacious and comfortable waiting rooms in your doctor’s office, wide-screen televisions, coffee bars, and free gifts when you sign up. But first, I need your social security number.”
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Manny shouted from inside the house. “You want my personal information, ask NSA. Go away.”
Rupert Wolfsbane tried one more time. “If you don’t open the door and let me come in, I’m authorized to huff and puff and blow your door in.”
Rupert Wolfsbane sucked air, then huffed and puffed for 10 seconds. The exertion caused him to feel light headed. He toppled against the door, and WHOOSH! collapsed the straw house.
Manny dug his way out of the straw and ran through the woods to Moe’s house.
Rupert Wolfsbane huffed and puffed and ran after him.
He shouted, “Wait up, Mr. McSwine. You gotta help me hit my subsidy quota.”
Manny ran inside Moe’s house made of twigs and locked the door.
Rupert Wolfsbane tap, tap, tapped on the door. “Sir, I have a packet of recent disclosures that will change this country and your life and . . . please let me come in.”
Moe shouted through the door.” Wow! You got Obama’s college transcripts, passport history, and birth certificate?”
Rupert Wolfsbane looked puzzled. “Um . . . no sir. I meant information and the application that will help you get . . . um . . . free health care. Plus, I got food coupons for you when you sign up.”
“My brother and I don’t want your crummy government run health care or your free food, and we don’t do fraud. Now beat it!”
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Rupert Wolfsbane insisted, “Sirs, if you don’t open the door and let me come in, I’m authorized to huff and puff and blow your door in.”
Moe laughed. “Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin. But you go right ahead. Huff and puff to your heart’s content. Knock yourself out.” (An unfortunate choice of words.)
Rupert Wolfsbane sucked in air, huffed and puffed for 10 seconds, became light headed again, lost his balance, grabbed onto a support twig, and pulled the entire house down with him as he fainted.
Manny and Moe crawled out from under the wreckage and raced through the woods to Jack’s brick house.
Rupert Wolfsbane regained his footing and shouted, “Hey, c’mon guys, gimme a break. Sign up for health care and I’ll leave you alone.”
He struggled to his feet and followed them.
“How about a free Obamaphone and coupons for sausage . . . um . . . I mean, vegetarian pizza? Please? I gotta hit the signup numbers to get me some Obama bonus bucks.”
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Manny and Moe ran inside the brick house where Jack stood at the fireplace, stirring a large bubbling pot of turnip and truffle soup.
(And yes, you know where this story is heading.)
Huffing and puffing, Rupert Wolfsbane staggered up to Jacks’ front door.
“Knock, knock, KNOCK! Open the door and let me come in. Now that Mr. McSwine One and Mr. McSwine Two are homeless (sorry about that), you both can sign up to receive welfare, food stamps, subsidized housing, AND free health care. Please, let me help you.”
“Oh, what the bleep . . . I give up. No more Mr. Nice Guy.” Rupert Wolfsbane threw himself, headfirst, at the door . . . and bounced off it.
Dazed, he sprawled on the ground. As his vision cleared, he gazed skyward and observed a large chimney. He clawed his way up and onto the roof. Still a bit woozy after his collision with the door, Rupert Wolfsbane shouted down the chimney, “All you gotta’ do is mis-speak about your income, give me your personal information. How easy it that? I’ll even throw in a 103-inch-flat-screen TV that I picked up when it fell off a truck on the New Jersey turnpike.”
No response. Rupert Wolfsbane leaned in just a little bit more and . . . “Whoops!”
That evening, Manny, Moe, and Jack enjoyed a sumptuous turnip, truffle, and wolf meat stew. For after-dinner entertainment, they used Rupert Wolfsbane’s Obamaphone to prank call the president, Valerie Jarrett, Joe Biden and 60 Democrat Senators who had voted for Obamacare.
Everybody (except Rupert) lived happily ever after, especially the president who received a hand-crafted, wolf-skin smoking jacket from Santa. Just the ticket to keep him toasty warm during late-night foreign policy planning sessions with Valerie.
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