The American Presidency for the most part is a performance
for the optics. As much as it is a herculean task and powerful position, it is
also an image, one which must be projected right.
Everything the one trusted with the keys to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue does, is more often than not, textbook stuff. From speeches and Interviews to body language, handshakes and smiles, down to necktie and jacket colors (I kid you not), it’s all textbook. Meticulously planned events and leaving nothing to chance. It’s all hands on deck to ensure the founding fathers are not rolling in their graves with their hands covering their faces in shame.
Everything the one trusted with the keys to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue does, is more often than not, textbook stuff. From speeches and Interviews to body language, handshakes and smiles, down to necktie and jacket colors (I kid you not), it’s all textbook. Meticulously planned events and leaving nothing to chance. It’s all hands on deck to ensure the founding fathers are not rolling in their graves with their hands covering their faces in shame.
However once in every Northern Hairy-nosed wombat, there’s a
little twist in tradition’s plot. There’s that “riddle wrapped in a mystery,
inside of an enigma” character who holds office.
