A man can dream, can’t he?
If the United States can elect its oldest president, a man with no political background or experience, why can’t it elect a true elderly curmudgeon? I can envision the day when, despite the (incorrect) prognoses of all the pundits, I sit in the Oval Office and determine whicih presidential portraits I get to hang on the walls.
I decided that I would pick a curmudgeonly president from each century.
The eighteenth century gives me only two choices – George Washington and John Adams. Adams is the obvious choice. He had no slaves; he considered his wife, Abigail, as his equal and he was, by all accounts, a true pain-in-the-ass. The result is immediate elevation to curmudgeon status.
Although the nineteenth century has many choices, there really is only one: Lincoln. Abraham Lincoln was affected by depression, had a true black sense of humor and was, as I have often said, the greatest prose poet of the nineteenth century. Alternate choices may include Jackson, Cleveland and McKinley but these pale in comparison. Nope, Lincoln is my choice.
The twentieth century also has many choices. Perhaps TR or Coolidge or LBJ but, again, they really don’t qualify as curmudgeons (in my humble opinion). My first and clear choice is Harry S Truman (no period after the S. The S stood for nothing; Truman felt the need to have a middle initial.) Despite the critics who point to his dropping of the A-bomb on Hiroshima, Truman accomplished many achievements during his presidency (or presidentiary, as Will Ferrell pointed out playing the role of George W. Bush);
- Creation of the UN and NATO
- The Truman Doctrine (which stopped the communist threat to Greece and Turkey)
- The Marshall Plan
- The Berlin Airlift
- Establishment of the NSC, CIA and NSA
- Ended racial segregation in the US armed forces
- Legislation to allow immigration of 200,000 refugees from World War II
He also had time to pen and mail (by hand) a letter to Paul Hume, who was critical of his daughter’s concert performance.
“Some day I hope to meet you. When that happens you’ll need a new nose, a lot of beefsteak for black eyes, and perhaps a supporter below!”
Immediate elevation to curmudgeon status.
For the twentieth-first century, we have only three choices – George W. Bush, Barak Obama and Donald Trump. The first two are disqualified as being too cheerful. The third is disqualified, period. The Donald is many things but being a curmudgeon is not among them. We have only started the century so we will have to wait on the fourth portrait. It could be mine.
In the meantime, let me say to my fellow Americans…
Fat Donnie has been a complete boon for comedians. But sitting across the border and laughing is maybe not a good idea. People anywhere can be complete idiots.
A wise colleague advised me never to argue with an idiot because people may have trouble telling which one is the idiot. Unfortunately, this applies to arguing with the current POTUS.
Thinking back to some of your past posts, I suspect your presidency could turn out to be unpleasant for fools. I’d ask to be allowed to observe, but I’m not sure I’d want to get too close…
Unfortunately nothing is foolproof because there are better and better fools.
Delightful! I’d vote for your curmudgeonly humor.
It’s the only thing you should vote for.
We’re having a grand time here in Canada watching your President make Democrat heads explode.
Exploding bobbleheads may become part of my campaign strategy.
You’ve caught my interest, candidate-to-be. But I need to hear more about your plans for the USA.
Plans?! We don’t need no stinkin’ plans!
The USA could do a lot worse; if I was a citizen of your native land, you’d have my vote!
Uh-oh, the USA is REALLY in trouble.
It couldn’t be in MORE trouble than its already in! 😦