Ah, yes, I remember it well. Jimmah's quality time at the White House. How he loved to sit in front of the fireplace in his lovely blue cardigan sweater with the thermostat set at a crisp 65 degrees. He would compassionately consider the many human rights violations occuring around the world, commiserate mentally with the American hostages held in Iran, think of the lines of automobiles, engines running, as they patiently waited for the next fill-up, contemplate how people would acheive the American dream by financing a home at 21 per cent interest.
Jimmah would wonder how this national malaise thing ever got started, and whatever would he do about it? On occasion, his mind might drift back to a mental picture of some backwoods rural woman standing barefoot in her dirt driveway, washing her car, bending across the hood, moving a soapy rag in languid circular motions as her cheap cotton dress damply clung to every curve of her young, lithesome body...and the lust in his heart, that persistent curse which had plagued and bedeviled Jimmah from his days of earliest recollection would return, and Jimmah would have to pull himself back into reality, mummering under his breath, "Yeah, that Cool Hand Luke was a real good movie , all right." Then the former governor, and now the president whose compassion knew no bounds would return to his duties and consider which of the national problems he should next meditate about. Hmmmm...perhaps if he could think of something really, really nice to do for the Ayatollah Khomeni, he could yet convince his counterpart to release the hostages. After all, he and the Ayatollah were both heads of state, both men of deep religious convictions....different yes, but neither one better than the other...fellow inhabitants of a small planet hurtling through space.....let me think......you know, Walter's daughter Eleanor is quite a looker....what is she,about 18 now?,..twenty maybe?......