Unconsciously recoiling, I took notice even at the time of this 1962 photo of 16-year-old Boys Nation scholars meeting Kennedy (published I think in Look magazine), of Bill Clinton shaking JFK's hand:
Obviously he was idolizing JFK, and would go on to imitate him in every way he could, including womanizing.
BJ inherited JFK's famous dictum that , "....the Presidency was a two-hour-a-day job..." and he believed it. BJ however was a fair administrator and actually ran a pretty tight ship. ... The people he appointed shared his views, there was a Republican Congress to hold everything in check, and as everyone was making money, he had many hours a day and night to pursue his 'other activities.' His Secret Service Team was often driven crazy ... they couldn't find the coke-snortin' horn dog for many hours at a time! But BJ pretty much got away with it.
This JFK-inspired cavalier attitude toward the office has been passed to The Mombasa MF, who to put it mildly is not 'detail-oriented' and was a person of '0' accomplishment. He views all positions as ceremonial. E.G., During his tenure as President of the Harvard Law Review (an administrative, not an editorial post) he was supposed to run the office, etc. etc. He did very little, throwing the actual burden of the job onto others. He was a well-known schmoozer at cocktail parties and that was about it.
Before having the good fortune to run against the drooling idiot McAnus, Barry lived for years as the "exotic guest" on some good reception invitation lists. The Presidency is unfortunately for us, his first brush with responsibility. He has avoided it as he has throughout his mysterious life as an Affirmative Action charmer with intriguing overseas connections. 6 years of this and it's not hard to see why the country has gone to hell in a hand basket. He has assigned away his responsibilities to those ideologues who can utter the politically correct phrases provided for him on his dual teleprompters. He's not running anything.
He needs a Valerie Jarrett. When Reggie Love was resident in the WH, he and Barry spent whole days in the WH Den when he was in DC (which was not often until lately) with multiple big screen ESPN basketball channels. Valerie brought in the refreshments, the towels, the memos and digests he was allowed to read, and any teleprompter material he needed to practice before leaving on vacation. Of course the real question is, "Who tells Valerie Jarrett what to do?"
Valerie is his Martin Bormann, and yes, The Obamashiite is hitting the fan. This is a very bad time.