Politico: President Barack Obama likes sports. He likes beer. He likes sports bars. And he wants to make sure voters see that on the campaign trail. And, by way of contrast, he’d also like to remind the electorate about who doesn’t seem to enjoy bars, or sports, or sports bars. Hint: It’s the other candidate running for president, the guy who happens to be a teetotaler and who refers to “sport” as though he were doing an impression of Mr. Burns or an English Olympics official. — President Obama’s suds-’n'-sports regular-guy tour
Show of hands: seriously, who’d rather watch dressage competitions with Mitt and Anntoinette or have a beer with President Obama?
Yes, but that only counts when it counts.
Just like being stiff, wooden, a flip-flopper, an elitist, a public official of Massachuuuusetts, having an expensive haircut, etc, etc. None of it matters. At this moment.
What gets me is that considering the president is such a cool customer (other than his somewhat pedestrian taste in beer maybe, but can’t have everything), the best they can manage is to make fun of his name (always the pinnacle of sophistication), and perpetuate the idea that somehow he’s inarticulate and depends more on a teleprompter than all other politicians combined.