I hurt my back saturday and now I’m hobbling around. I’m about to go to the chiropractor, and it’s raining. All in all I feel pretty crummy so I decided to post this picture of Jimmy Carter. He began with an approval rating higher than Obama and he left office with an approval rating somewhere in the low thirties.
Jimmy Carter reminds me of a kid on my street who was always hurting himself. This kid’s name was also Jimmy. I remember he bought a bike at a garage sale and we made fun of it. He assured us that it was a little rusty on the outside, but at its core, it was a fine bike. To prove his point he set out to pop a wheelie in it. “Watch this!” he said. We all looked his way and he jerked back on the handle bars to lift the front tire. He jerked his handle bars right off the post and crashed spectacularly. We howled with laughter. Jimmy hurt himself so frequently and in such dramatic fashions that we all grew to like him. Sympathy can grow even in the rocky soil of a child’s heart. Still, we never would have trusted Jimmy to buy us a bike, or run a country for that matter.