--they are sitting close enough to smack each other--I'd have a hard time with restraining myself--Hilary is now staring daggers at Barack--he must be scoring points--she now butts in--
Hilary lumps insurance companies with Republicans--throwing tags around--hogging the time--invoking the ghost of Harry Truman--
Barack calls her inaccurate. He is a gentleman.
Hilary stares daggers again. She's trying to exercise mind control. Barack must be scoring. Hilary has her hand to her chin, and now she has to butt in again.
She talks to mandates, how they must be enforceable--she's now starting to babble early--invokes the ghost of Franklin Roosevelt--"MY PLAN"--too much ego here--I will limit--she's going to do it all herself--I-I-I-I-I-I--this is not a team player, not a collaborator--
Obama checks her and jumps in. He sounds more rational and reasonable. Her looks are awful--now she's smirking and condescending--this is not somebody you'd want to hang around with--he now pisses her off by addressing her by her first name--
She changes the subject--Roger begins comparing this to an SNL skit--this Saturday ought to be great--Hilary is starting to freak out--