Robobama

Our possibly robotic/cardboard/wax replica President, meeting and greeting the swells during a function at the Metropolitan Museum in NYC as compiled by Eric Spiegelman.

Can he really turn that thousand watt smile on and off in such a dependable manner hundreds upon hundreds of times in a row? Or is he in danger of snapping one day, heading into the kitchen to destroy all the fine china, finally violently accosting the head chef and an staffers that try to make him go back out to greet people again? Perhaps his brain has been severed from his central nervous system? I think he's just that excited to see the President of Senegal and the Prime Minister of Albania. Who wouldn't be?