Did Obama have a smoke? Did he lie about having a smoke? Did he treat Jake Tapper with the blistering contempt Tapper deserves for writing this narcissistic bullshit?
Oh, my god.
Let me throw this out there, see if the cat licks it up. The presidency is a pretty damn difficult job. I want the guy who has his finger on the button to have pretty much whatever he needs in order to do that job without going fucking nuts.
I want Obama to have a smoke, because do you want someone in the throes of a nic-fit on the phone with the Russkies? Seriously, the guy probably will have enough to worry about without doing what a friend of mine did in college during exam week, which was to try to light up a ballpoint pen. Messy. Smelly.Stupid. Would spoil that pretty desk in the Oval Office. Let him have a damn cigarette, good God. The stress will kill him long before the tobacco will.
Frankly, so long as it isn’t illegal drugs or little kids, I want the president to be able to indulge his or her vices on occasion without the purity trolls of the press freaking out that he wasn’t telling the truth about bumming a cig from somebody. Jesus.
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