I can hear the faint cries of little Cindy Lou Hoo now: “Mr. Obama, why? Why are you taxing our Christmas tree? Why?”
No doubt, he’d smile his extra-wide smile, pat her on the head and say, “My dear, I’m not taxing your Christmas tree. I’m redistributing wealth for the preservation of the American Empire and welfare state.” Then he’d get her a drink and send her off to bed.