Gifted at not answering questions.
By: Helen A. Handbasket
The other night I had a terrifying nightmare. I dreamed I had sustained a brain injury that required surgery. To my surprise, when the door to my hospital room opened, in walked neurosurgeon/HUD Secretary Ben Carson, scalpel in hand. The following exchange between us eerily echoed the weird one between Carson and Congressman Al Green regarding budget cuts at HUD.
Me: "Dr. Carson, what do you think is wrong with my brain?"
Carson: "Let's hear what you think is wrong with your brain."
Me: "You are the physician, Dr. Carson."
Carson: "I want to talk about your hang nail."
Me: "It's my injury. You don't get to talk about what you want."
Carson: "Uh, rather than sit here and go through a quiz..."
Me: "Dr. Carson, if you have no knowledge about it just say so."
Carson: "I want to answer the way I want."
Me: "How about if we talk about the cost."
Carson: "I don't want to open the book and look at the numbers."
Luckily I woke up before he cut into my brain.