Dreamy Andy

I’m looking at $1 and $20 bills and note that Andrew Jackson has the face of a poet.

George Washington does not.

Andy looks dreamy, his thick wavy hair a magnet for the girls.

George has thick, wavy hair, too, and I know he was able and could not tell a lie, but his thin lips suggest rigor, a stern manner. They are not kissable, like Andy’s.

What do we really know about our politicians? Not that George was a politician. He was thrust into office, catapulted onto the eternal “father of our country” throne. But, had he been a politician, he probably would not be revered today, globally, 230-some years after the fact.

Politicians’ natural charm is submerged in persona. Every once in a while, Obama breaks into a huge grin and we see the little boy without his handlers, without the crushing weight of his office, without the learned “slick Willie” façade.

But, wait a minute—hasn’t that huge, charming grin become one more manifestation of “slick Willie”?

And, speaking of slick Willie, how come I continue to like the “aw shucks” kid, even though he perpetually betrayed Hillary and us, tarnished the Oval Office with that sordid intern affair? How come he can slide from offense to offense, like an oiled snake, sullying everything he touches, then shed his skin and emerge new, ready for a fresh foray into fetid freakdom?

Presidents. In our magnificent democracy, you can’t live with ‘em, you can’t live without ‘em. Which is why the news shows are spending so much time covering the Republican debates. (And of course, the spectacles of “Oops!” “Uzbeki, beki, beki, bekistan” and revelations by middle-aged White House intern wannabes are more profitable and entertaining than triplicate spinoffs of CSI.)

Ah for the days of George, when there was no choice—not the George who was born with the silver foot in his mouth, but old George Washington, our unsmiling universal dad.  Come to think of it, these are those days.  We are stuck with the kid with the neon grin, cause they ain’t nobody who can run against him and win.



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