People collect all manner of things; some good, some bad and some indescribably weird. What possibly would one do with some of these odd collection. Yet, we all have our quirks and one person's junk is another's others choice of strange fascination. Mine of course is wine. Which I was forced to tap into last evening as I endured one final state of the union address from the boy who who'd be king, aka W. It took a bottle of Chateau Mouton Rothschild Pauillac 1999 to stomach the President's lies. (Nothing like a good "freedom wine" to dull one's pain.)
But all that politics and lies aside, it wasn't the speech that bothered me it was is actions afterward that had me scratching me head. What was with the signing of autographs? Why is a statesman, the so called leader of the free world, signing autographs? In a room of his peers, following a an address to the entire nation regarding its health and future. Why, following such an important speech does our current President chose to parade around like he's a ballplayer or a starlet. What happened to the days of the regal statesmen? Besides doesn't he have important work to attend to like a looming recession, growing unemployment, a war?
More over who are the fools that want to collect his autograph. A President's signature seems like a silly collectible. Not to mention a signature of the worst President ever. But then again maybe in the future people will want to remember the first man that was not elected (in 2000 Bush lost Florida) but rather appointed to the Presidency by the supreme court.
Like I said, "...one person's junk is another's others choice of strange fascination." I'd rather stick with a collectible that I believe in the value. It might be pricey but just taste Chateau Mouton Rothschild Pauillac 1999 once and you'll understand the fascination.
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