I’ve said it before, but it’s time to say it again. Peeps, the president needs new socks. So we can’t come to an agreement on health care reform or the best time to leave Afghanistan. Sure there are some pretty important elections coming up in a few weeks, but what we really need now is to come to some kind of collective, unifying decision with regard to our president’s hosiery.

As you’ll recall, there was a little Rolling Stone magazine interview with the prez earlier this month. Perhaps you read it to find out his opinions on nation building or climate change. Me? I took note of his sock envy. That’s right, the leader of the free world would wear more colorful socks (multi-colored and striped, in fact) if he weren’t in such a prominent position.

Some might call it shallow, but I like to think of it as “the snowball effect” Dave Ramsey’s always talking about (though somehow I doubt Obama and Ramsey would enjoy being in the same room together), where you tackle the smallest problem (debt, where Ramsey’s concerned) and take care of it before sweating out the big guys, like, say national security.

My point is, our country’s up to its eyeballs in debt, and honestly, I don’t know who to blame (maybe Ramsey does?). What’s important is how we get take care of the problems. Maybe we should latch on to a snowball of some sort (try Fleur de Lis Flavors if you’re in Nashville), and attack an issue that’s more approachable for today. For this moment.

My favorite moment of NBC’s “The West Wing” was when Charlie continued to try to waken President Bartlet via phone call after just three hours of sleep–and to no avail.

Finally, Charlie went to the president’s quarters and said, “Sir, I need you to dig in… It wasn’t a nightmare. You really are the President.”

When you set aside all the politics, who would want the job of president? Really? Ever notice how Clinton aged after his term? Remember the heart surgery that followed? So you didn’t like Bush. Do you really think he slept well at night after 9/11? Like for the next SEVEN years? I have NO IDEA why anyone would want to be president.

Yeah. I think I’d like to send the president a pair of silly socks, and it looks like I’ll be doing just that… THANKS TO YOU!

A warm round of applause goes out to those of you who voted, and I’m happy to announce that the winner is… ARGYLE!

The democratic process is alive and well! Thanks very much for your support, and remember, our country is only as good as our president’s socks–or something like that. What? That’s not in the Constitution? Maybe an ammendment or something…?