watertiger is funny:

I'm starting to think that this Presidenting gig doesn't really require much skill. Lots of style, but very little substance, from what I've seen over the past five years. I mean, your working knowledge of geopolitics need only be basic; whenever something bad happens, your press secretary burns a DVD of all the news footage for you to watch while you're perched on the West Wing john; the Armed Forces keep dressing you in discontinued, presidential seal-emblazoned "Members Only" jackets that would make "Kickin' It" Kim Jong Il launch an ICBM in a fit of envy; and you get to hand-pick your audience when you have to make that annoying policy speech over and over again.

God knows, you don't have to be particularly photogenic or articulate. You don't even have to believe what you're saying. To quote Eddie Izzard: "70% of what people react to is how you look . . . , 20% is about how you sound, and only 10% is what you say." All you have to do is mouth the words.

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And when the press hounds you for surrounding yourself with over-protective sycophants, all you have to do is forcefully pound the podium, look sternly at Helen Thomas, call yourself "The Resolver" or "The Chooser" or "The Figure-Outer," and you're out of the Rose Garden and on your mountain bike before Andy Card can put on his jock.

Not a bad gig. If you can steal it.