It's no wonder that our Presidents age 10 years for every one year they spend in office. The Commander in Chief is handed the Daily Brief detailing wars around the world, threat assessments, and current ops. His secretary hands him his full slate of never ending meetings and appointments. He hears reports from his top directors on national security, congressional politics, media relations, public opinion polls, party elections and fundraising. Then he sits down for a long session with his economic advisers to discuss the global financial collapse and how to ease the United States into a post-imperial third-world country. He learns to secretly dread the knock on the door, when a senior aide whispers in his ear and hands him a slim folder. Another shooting--children dead. A killer tornado--children dead. Although there is really nothing he can do about it, the buck stops here. He must once again embody a grieving nation, express condolences to a grieving community, lend sympathy to a grieving parent. My heart, thoughts, and prayers go out to these men who willingly imprison themselves in an oval cage.
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