International Beauty Contest

I was brushing up on my world leader knowledge when I decided the endeavor was far too serious for my shallow brain. Instead of learning about important leaders and their issues and histories, why not just pick out the best looking ones and put them in a list! Yeah!

Here are the most attractive Presidents, Prime Ministers, Governors and Kings, as determined by me. This is based entirely on appearance, and has nothing to do with what kind of leader they may be.

MOZAMBIQUE
Prime Minister
Luisa Dias Diogo


NORWAY
Prime Minister
Jens Stoltenberg





ARGENTINA
President
Cristina Fernandez de Kirchner





SWAZILAND
King
Mswati III





MACEDONIA
Prime Minister
Nikola Gruevski





MONACO
Prince
Albert II





BURUNDI
President
Pierre Nkurunziza




ECUADOR
President
Rafael Correa Delgado




United States of America
President
Barack Obama





KIRIBATI
President
Anote Tong



CANADA
Governor General
Michaëlle Jean





BUTAN
Dragon King
Jigme Khesar
Namgyel Wangchuck




PHILLIPINES
President
Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo



UKRAINE
Prime Minister
Yuliya Tymoshenko




There you go. That was stupid. And FUN!

Comparison

Who could ever guess that the impossibly pretty boy pictured above is Woody Allen's biological son?

Mia Farrow has the most powerful genes in the world.

I just started reading The Audacity of Hope. I'm enjoying it so far. At one point Obama describes a trip he took with an aide to southern Illinois:

On the drive down, we stopped at a TGI Friday's and I ordered a cheeseburger. When the waitress brought the food I asked her if she had any Dijon mustard. Dan shook his head.

"He doesn't want Dijon," he insisted, waving the waitress off. "Here"—he shoved a yellow bottle of French's mustard in my direction—"here's some mustard right here."

The waitress looked confused. "We got Dijon if you want it," she said to me.

I smiled. "That would be great, thanks." As the waitress walked away, I leaned over to Dan and whispered that I didn't think there were any photographers around.

MY GOD! This man is completely obsessed with his spicy mustard! It's a running theme through his political/gastronomical career.

At least he's consistent with his condiment loyalties. That's how you know you can trust him.

Ha, ha, ha. Yes, I see. Very droll.

I realize that the complaint I am about to share is not original. I realize that many, many, people have said this before me. An episode of Seinfeld was even devoted to it. But I'm going to go ahead and throw this thought into the universe yet again. Because I can. And because evil must be pointed out over and over again if we hope to ever defeat it.

The New Yorker cartoons (often) make no sense, are not funny, and are designed to drive you INSANE.

Those bastards suck you in with their fantastic articles, and then give you this:



I always expect that some day they will reveal that their cartoon selection is a cruel sociological experiment designed to shortcircuit pretentious minds, but it seems that they actually choose them based on some sort of legitimate criteria that doesn't include their ability to send me into a fit of rage.

I heard an interview with the cartoon editor Robert Mankoff. Apparently this is his criteria:

1) He wants cartoons that communicate some idea through the medium of humour
2) He wants them to make a point
3) He wants them to have an enduring nature
4) He wants them to strike a chord
5) He wants them to have a distinctive voice

Those are noble goals! I can see why they get such satisfying results.

I shall never forget the meaning of that.

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