...but I at least respect the office:



Look, the odds that I'll ever be within ten feet of President Obama are slim to nil, tending more toward the latter, but if I ever was to get that close, you can be damn sure I wouldn't be wearing sneakers and an un-tucked shirt, much less...flip-flops. Seriously, what the fuck is going on with the guy in the foreground? Have we gone through some sort of wormhole where corporate "casual Friday" rules don't even apply when you're talking to the leader of the free world?

Oh, who am I kidding? He's probably the guy who's running one of our banks or automakers now. After cutting his teeth as a college dropout campaign worker.

The pic comes via noted "conservative" Andrew Sullivan (no link, of course) who is clearly still pining for his kewl imaginary baby daddy...

I can't imagine many previous [presidents] just hanging out like this "outside the U.S. Ambassador's residence in Paris". So sue me, Mr Hanson. There's something natural about this guy that evokes real support and affection. And that bond is not fraying. In some ways, it's deepening.

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