A Tale of Two Leaders

It was the best of times,
it was the worst of times,
it was the age of wisdom,
it was the age of foolishness,
it was the epoch of belief,
it was the epoch of incredulity,
it was the season of Light,
it was the season of Darkness,
it was the spring of hope,
it was the winter of despair,

we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way — in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evel, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

There was a president with a crossbow, and a president who liked to bow.

Vladimir Putin, prime minister and former president of Russia, shot a whale with a crossbow today.

Compare that to the president of the United States, who bows to other leaders.

Remember when the United States used to have a president who … was a man?

I miss those days.

Mr. President

George Washington looked through his leveling instrument when he heard the sound of hoofs. He looked up, and saw the rider approaching.

A small cloud of dust rose, tracing the path the rider was taken down the dirt road that worked its way through the plantation.

It was wonderful here. He appreciated the life he had now. Was it life? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t care. He simply enjoyed it.

The rider pulled up.

“Mr. President,” the rider said, tipping his hat.

“Mr. President,” Washington replied, returning the salute.

“Are you going to see the results of the election?” John Adams, the rider, asked.
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