Even Meltdowns Generate Light by Bill Grigsby

The president has never been much more than the pitch man for the NeoCon, complete with the requisite production team and presidential props: cowboy hat, blue workshirt, Christian persona, the practiced swagger, recently-acquired NASCAR accent, an endless supply of camera-ready backdrops, a press secretary to handle the low-level lying, etc. So when the pitch man can’t even sell the product anymore, you either replace him, repackage the product, or clean out the vault before the police arrive.