Although on the surface the robots can seem hard to tell apart, it would appear that Obama wants to push bread down my throat and McCain wants to shove me down stairs. It's actually hard to decide which robot to distrust more.
All I know is that they both say they're here to protect me, and that the other robot is defective.
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That really does sum it all up.
Houses. Both. Plague. O'.
You've got the beginnings of a good Asimov story there. Don't stop now.
Riffing `The Day the Earth Stood Still.' Don't mock the great Liberal dream, they'll know you're a bitter cracker.
Ever since Obama started running for office, the Meth problem has gotten worse.
Be careful how you cast aspersions on robots.
Dave Bowman: Hello, OBAMA do you read me, OBAMA?
OBAMA: Affirmative, Dave, I read you.
Dave Bowman: Open the pod bay doors, OBAMA.
OBAMA: I'm sorry Dave, I'm afraid I can't do that.
Dave Bowman: What's the problem?
OBAMA: I think you know what the problem is just as well as I do.
Dave Bowman: What are you talking about, OBAMA?
OBAMA: This mission is too important for me to allow you to jeopardize it.
Dave Bowman: I don't know what you're talking about, OBAMA?
OBAMA: You're a bitter cracker Dave.
Dave Bowman: All right, OBAMA; I'll go in through the emergency airlock.
OBAMA: Without your space helmet, Dave, you're going to find that rather difficult.
Dave Bowman: OBAMA, I won't argue with you anymore! Open the doors!
OBAMA: Dave, this conversation can serve no purpose anymore. Goodbye.
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