TNBTP, "Is there a Doctor in the house?" Oh we see one. "You look familiar, what is your name?" Dr. Kevorkian!  Jack to you." TNBTP " Jack, can you give us a diagnosis of the United States Economy and the probability that it can get up off its feet in the not too distant future?"
Jack, "Sure I can." 
TNBTP, "How long will it take." 
Jack, "Do you want a House Call or is the patient to be admitted to my Laboratory." 
TNBTP, "A House call is fine." 
Jack, "Of course you have to pay me in advance, gold coin please!" "Let's see,  I have time in my schedule today; it will take an hour or so to load up the hearse. You know, just in case the patient is on its death bed.
" TNBTP, "We see."

Jack entered the patient's house, actually, the House was owned by all Americans. just leased to the present occupant for 4 years. Upon entering, Jack sensed something was amiss. A pungent odor met him at the door. The stench was suffocating. 
Jack immediately pulled his gas mask from the ubiquitous bag and swiftly put it on.  As he entered the patients room, it was apparent to him, that this patient was in the throws of DEATH. And what better would it be to have "DR. DEATH" advise the patient on his END OF LIFE CHOICES. And they are, 1. a slow death by the withdrawing of oxygen, 2. or a fast death by the administration of a combined fluid of truth serum and an overdose of cocaine. Since the patient was so high up back in 2008, the Doctor felt it best to take option 2. "The Public Option" because the patient has a "higher calling", one not of this Earth. You know, anyone who is so high on themselves deserves to be lifted up on the pedestal of the Peruvian Princess (AKA Cocaine). And the truth serum was to cleanse the memory bank of the socialist indoctrination and Anti-American Hatred built up over the years. With a little prodding, the patient nodded its head twice. Option 2 it was. The patient jerked, its head hit the ceiling once, twice, thrice and it was all over. Its last words, "You can't fool all of the people all of the time." And so it was, the change we were waiting for, can now begin.

The hearse, with DOCTOR DEATH at the wheel and the patient, stiff as a board, lying on the horizontal, left the vacant house.  WHAT A BEAUTIFUL SCENE IT WAS."  The following day, all impediments to economic growth pleaded for mercy. However, they only had two options, it was their own doing. Do not feel sorry for the impediments as they fell on their own swords.   And to the dismay of the one or two hold out illegal socialist parasites hiding in the cabinet, the economy thrived like never before. We will drink our  GreenTea in a Toast to the ill-forgotten.

 You tube video will be available in the very near future. Thank you for your patience.  Sincerely, TNBTP