We make presidents crazy. They receive endless encomiums from friends and staff telling them of their their brilliance, their courage, their foresight. "God sent you to lead us." And the authors of such statements aren't always or even usually sucking up. They mean it. They're excited, fervent, full of belief.
Peggy Noonan Mad Libs:
We make presidents out of liver pate. They receive endless encomiums from friends and staff telling them of their deliciousness, their courage, their creamy consistency. "God sent you to be spread on this cracker." And the authors of such statements aren't always or even usually sucking up. They mean it. They're excited, fervent, full of ground, whipped liver.
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