President Obama's fight for rural America is personal. He was raised by a single mom and grandparents from Kansas. He hails from a farming state Illinois.
Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew and does not patter down like a hailstorm.
Being president is like being a jackass in a hailstorm. There's nothing to do but to stand there and take it.
Criticism is the windows and chandeliers of art: it illuminates the enveloping darkness in which art might otherwise rest only vaguely discernible and perhaps altogether unseen.