You know that thing people do where they try to be the last person to find out who won the Super Bowl? I’ve been trying that today with whether or not it’s Presidents’ Day, and I still don’t know! Even asked someone this morning. I guess if you elect enough shitheads to the highest office in the land, the day loses its meaning? Hopefully this helps us stop treating the presidency like the end-all-be-all of America.
Anyway, if it’s Presidents’ Day, Chester Arthur rocks and James K. Polk stinks but I do like California and I’m not quite sure how to square that.
See you next year, presidents.
