His Holiness, Pharaoh Obama should decree that they build Flying Cars that run on Unicorn Farts.
I think Flying Cars are cool and I hear Unicorn Farts smell just like Sandra Fluke's panties after she's had a rough night.
Next up, the $1000 an hour minimum wage so everyone is the One Percent. So it written, so it shall be done.
Like 'Carpet Fresh'?