Last week, the president extended his alleged "charm offensive" to accepting a lunch meeting with Republicans in Congress, where the poor sequester-beaten politicians were served a pauper's meal of fresh lobster, potato chips, blueberry pie with ice cream, and probably an unassuming domestic champagne served in flutes of Waterford crystal.
Sadly, Barack Obama was unable to eat a bite - because his "food taster" wasn't present to make sure that nothing was poisoned (other than the atmosphere of trust).
The other guests dined happily and pointed out that they were all serving as tasters for the president, but he wasn't buying it - perhaps because he has some inside knowledge of plans to poison conservatives but was a little hazy on the actual date of execution.
The notion of a royal "food taster," willing to munch a mouthful of mutton and drum his fingers while waiting for the arsenic to kick in, summons up images of a medieval king. As does the impish presence of Obama's court jester, Joe Biden, and the president's propensity to invite singing minstrels to the Whitehouse - even though saying "minstrel" out loud will get you shipped to Guantanamo.
In any event, Hope n' Change suggests that as a provision of Obamacare, we all receive personal tasters. After all, it's the president himself who's given us so much that is hard to swallow...