As a gal whose reading habits don’t extend past the menu, I was surprised to find myself gifted a biography this past weekend.
It’s called “Theodore Rex,” it’s written by Edmund Morris, and it’s about the first dinosaur to become president.
Or maybe it isn’t. I didn’t read the title too carefully.
The book chronicles the rise (and rise and rise and rise) of Theodore Roosevelt.
Starting out as a humble best-selling historian, he became a war hero, governor of New York, and vice president.
Once the chief executive of his time, McKinley (also known as Denali), was assassinated, Teddy Roosevelt at last became president of the United States.
When I gaze upon Roosevelt’s accomplishments, I do not shrink. After all, I’ve done a lot in my life, such as… uh… I’m sure I wrote it down somewhere…
The book — or more accurately, hagiography — describes Roosevelt as a great personality. It praises his ferocious mustache and magnificent sneer. Or maybe it’s the other way around.
I can get a sneer, all right, but no matter how hard I try, I don’t think I’ll ever grow a mustache. Maybe I’ll aim for great eyebrows.
Without T. R., modern America would be much different. For one, we wouldn’t have the plushy children’s toy that bears his name.
For two, there wouldn’t be a guy with glasses on Mount Rushmore.
For three, no one would be able to coin that excellent palindrome, “A man, a plan, a canal: Panama!”
As president, Theodore — since I’ve read his life story, I think we’d be on a first-name basis — was a staple of political and popular culture.
He promised each American a Square Deal. It was something to do with nature and consumers.
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