...must-read piece in Vanity Fair, "Washington, We Have a Problem," and I have to share with you the last sentence of the very first paragraph:Obama may be surrounded by servants morning till night, but not for him the daily drill of Dwight D. Eisenhower, who was dressed by a valet, John Moaney, from inside out—underwear, socks, pants, shirt, tie, shoes, jacket—every morning.
That seems a little strange to me. Can you imagine requiring help dressing yourself? Gives you a little window into the world of a five-star general, I suppose. What would be next?
"I'm going to need you to carry me downstairs now, Moaney."
"Very good, sir."
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