Barack Huessin Obama, not feeling well and concerned about his health and mortality, goes to consult a psychic about the date of his death.
Closing her eyes and looking into the future she says “You will die on an Israeli Holiday.”
“Which one?”, Obama asks nervously.
“It doesn’t matter,” replied the psychic. “Whenever you die, it’ll be an Israeli holiday.”
Don’t forget to buy your poppy today, Veterans Day is coming.