I am sitting in the dentist's office waiting for my appointment.  He is a good dentist, but this is never a pleasant experience.  When he examines my tooth, he tells me that instead of extracting it, he will put in a new, shiny gold crown.  Wow, I will be as showy as Obama.

Obama is a failing tooth that threatens to upset the global mouth of the world.  If only the dentist could extract Obama.  If only the voters had used the pliers on Tuesday.

But I tell the dentist that he can't fool me or my other teeth.  I'd rather have an extraction and a space than a lazy, showy tooth sharing the wealth of my good, hardworking molars.

I want to bite my dentist and his enablers -- Nurses David Axelrod and Jay Carney.

But I don't.  The dentist leaves, and I suffer the indignities of a tooth cleaning from the hygienist.  I think that it's been only a few days since we lost the country to Obama for a second time.  I bite down on the hygienist's water hose.  We get sprayed.

This time, electing Obama is worse.  We already knew that we were eating his candy euphemisms, his decayed promises.  We knew that we would get more economic cavities.  Yet we gobbled away like children who want to believe in the Tooth Fairy.  We still want to believe that sour balls are good for your teeth.