Ever since our littlest president showed up in Tennessee and asked for political asylum, I’ve been thinking there are big social issues at play here. I just haven’t been able to nail down exactly what they are.
But then it dawned on me. A photo essay called LBJ and Me. From now forward, I vow to give everyone who comes to my house the privilege of being photographed with LBJ. This essay is the beginning of the prodigious and important sociological enterprise. I even took our littlest president on a road trip to my workplace, where he got hopped up on chile and engaged in acts that the FCC might deem unfit for prime time television. But what else would you expect from a liberal Democrat.
Viva la Great Society!