I’d like to take that Obamacare onion, slice it, dice it, sauté it, grill it, barbeque it, and then maybe burn it in the fireplace until its dead. All I want to see of Obamacare is the ashes going out to the garbage.
Me? I’d prefer not to touch it. I’d pick it up with the longest tongs I could find and drop it in the deepest groundhog tunnel I could find.