Monday, February 12, 2007

Happy Birthdayyy, Mister Prezzzidennnt...

Born this day in a backwoods Kentucky log cabin in 1809, Abraham Lincoln overcame glaring deficiencies in facial-hair maintenance to become America's tallest -- and thus greatest -- president. Had he not been tragically assassinated in 1865, Honest Abe would today be celebrating his 198th birthday. If not for that fateful shot, such wisdom could our nation be gleaning right now from Mr. Lincoln.

Well, so long as Katie Couric wasn't asking the questions...

Mount Drinkmore salutes the Great Emancipator. As a tribute to our carved-in-granite counterpart, we'll be playing quarters -- using pennies, of course -- for shots of Kentucky bourbon, after which we'll discuss in-depth the Second Battle of Bull Run, using a Civil War chess set to investigate why Union General Pope failed to castle his troops when Stonewall Jackson made a decisive flanking maneuver.

(Photo courtesy Abraham Lincoln Art Gallery.)

2 comments:

Pat said...

You know his backwoods lifestyle is quite similar to both Davey Crockett, and Johnny B. Goode. I wonder if they were all friends?

Randy said...

Davy Crockett's influence on the course of American history cannot be overestimated.

Had he not gone to Texas, gotten involved in the war with Mexico, and helped precipitate the historic last stand against Santa Anna, there would today be no Alamo Rent-a-Car and the travel arrangements of countless Americans would have turned out very differently...