From the Washington Post:
President Obama has been talking about beer on the campaign trail — a lot. And it’s no accident that he’s pushing the everyman’s drink to the independent crowd whose vote he needs.
I like the look on Obama's face. It's like he's trying hard to remember:
"What is that witticism one says about beer? ... Now I remember! 'It's a naive domestic pilsener without any breeding, but I think you'll be amused by its presumption.' Yes, that apothegm will surely sway the downwardly mobile upper working class demographic I need. ... Good God, look at this creature to my right imbibe! I shall need the Secret Service to peel her off me before I'm halfway done with this swill. ... Oh dear, I've once more neglected to curl my pinky. The focus groups shan't be pleased."
Now, I actually would bet against the idea that the President's internal monolog sounds like Anna's son in The King and I, but it would be funny if it did. In fact, there are a lot of things about the President that could be pretty funny, but he's been treated as the national humor singularity for the last five years, with nothing escaping the event horizon of unfunnyness erected about him.