The cult of the presidency is funny. It reached it’s zenith with W. The above it all, dear leader, combining tribal leader with the daddy or husband half the nations women longingly pine for.
My favorite part of the cult of the presidency is the aging thing. “Look, his hair actually turned GRAY from the burden he carries”. Laughable, as though other men in their 50s don’t turn gray if watched for 8 years.
There has never been a human in the history of earth more pampered than a modern President. Louis XIV or mad king Ludwig never dreamed of the life of a President.
The best foods, from the best chefs, anytime, on a whim.
The best medical care a human can get, for free. A praetorian guard insulating him from every danger. Guaranteed fabulous wealth for life. The ability to vacation anywhere, as often as you want.
It really has become weird, far beyond the concept of a chief executive.