White House transcript of President Obama’s answer in a town hall when asked by a concerned citizen about rising gas prices:
I know some of these big guys, they’re all still driving their big SUVs. You know, they got their big monster trucks and everything, driving around with these blank dumb looks on their faces. (Laughter) You’re one of them? Well, I guess I did see you furrowing your brow like you weren’t quite understanding me. Am I right? (Laughter).
Well, now, here’s my point. If you’re complaining about the price of gas and you’re only getting eight miles a gallon in your moron redneck car–(Laughter)–you may have a big family, but it’s probably not that big. How many you have? Ten kids, you say? Ten kids? Wow. You really are some freak. (Laughter.) Well, you definitely need a hybrid van then. (Laughter) We should all be trading in our cars for hybrids… I mean I won’t, because of my special presidential limo. But everyone else should–even the rednecks with their idiotic monster trucks and freakishly large families like you. (Laughter).
So, like I said, if you’re getting eight miles a gallon you may want to think about a trade-in. You can get a great deal. I promise you, GM or Ford or Chrysler, they’re going to be happy to give you a deal on something that gets you better gas mileage. What’s that? You don’t have money for a trade-in? Really? It couldn’t be more than $40,000. What are you? Barely living over the poverty level earning just $200,000 or something? Didn’t realize you’re like an inbred pig farmer or something. (Laughter). Well, I guess you’ll just have to scrounge some more money together. When I need to do that, I just put out another memoir. It’s really easy, and you don’t even have to write because I assume you’re illiterate. (Laughter). You just go to a nearby university and get your tenured terrorists friend to write it. What? You don’t have a tenured terrorist friend? (Laughter). Hey! Everyone! Look at this guy here! He doesn’t even know a tenured terrorist! What a stupid redneck! Probably only knows pigs and hillbillies. (Laughter). I guess you’ll just have to write your own memoir like an idiot. Now why don’t you go back to your pig farm and help train your ten freak kids for the Special Olympics, you stupid redneck. I’m guessing all us city folk are confusing you. (Laughter).
Americans are so stupid. (Laughter).