I would let Thomas Jefferson order whatever kind of ale he wanted, though. I’m just saying, Stephen Dillane is almost impossibly beautiful and my crush is getting a little out of hand.
Where did we get this notion that the President of
the United States should be a drinking buddy? Where did we get the
notion that the strongest nation on earth should be led by a folksy,
easy-to-like drunk? I don’t mean where did thecountry get this notion, I mean when did themedia
decide that this was a valid measure of a leader, something worth
endlessly discussing, and analyzing, and tittering over? When facing
down the leader of a rogue nation in a series of intense negotiations,
I don’t want the guy shooting pool at the corner bar, I want someone
with a head for the job, for God’s sake, and I don’t give a rats ass if
he likes buffalo wings, or bowling, or can smash an empty beer can on
his head. (A point of trivia: the first President to try to smash a
beer can on his head was John Quincy Adams. Unfortunately, beer cans
did not exist back then, only kegs, so Adams gave himself a hell of a
concussion attempting the feat.)Yes, we all understand that, if no other information about a
candidate is forthcoming, voters will attempt to divine a candidate’s
values, positions or general worth from whatever minor points of
familiarity can be gleaned. This is human nature; this is how
uninformed voters vote. But when that happens, that is a failure of our Democracy, not a strength.
A.