“Other parts of his schtick: calling people “folks,” and jogging up and down stairs. I always marvel at how he gets onto a stage — his fists clenched and bouncing at his abdomen. And the other day I saw him coming down the long stairs of Air Force One that way. It’s supposed to project youth and coolness. It just looks ridiculous.”
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I look out my window at Oak and Hickory trees, high off the ground in those trees are Penthouse apartments, inhabited by creatures who come down and stand on the grown in the same pose with two little paws clenched in front of their bellies, they have long fluffy tails. They too are prone to chatter in a language that means nothing to me. I wonder if one of them will wind up running for president. Wait, is that a tiny teleprompter I see out there?
And coolness doesn’t include wearing a helmet when you drive a bike that is about as cool as a tricycle. Coolness is Steve McQueen on a motorcycle. George Bush even looked cool dragging around that power saw.