I drive the ultimate in American cars: a Buick. And not one of the newer ones built after Obama's communist government took over the company. I'm talking about a Nixon year Buick: a 1972 Skylark Sedan. Driving that car is like flying on top of a bald eagle, and making it drop its shit on George Clooney's electric vehicle. My car has a cassette of the Dukes of Hazard Theme Song stuck in the tape deck. And it smells like Johnny Unitas's jockstrap after an NFL championship game. A Buick Skylark doesn't honk--it yells at people. And it doesn't just let out some smog--it Americanizes the air with Liberty Smoke. Impeach Obama!