We once had some great fat men in this country. Not just funnymen like Jackie Gleason and men-about-town like Diamond Jim Brady, but also fat athletes like Babe Ruth.
We even had a president so fat he got stuck in the White House bathtub and did we consign him to the dustbin of history as we have more recent national figures of ridicule? No, he was no Dan Quayle or Anthony Weiner (hee-hee), this man was extricated with the best technology available (which may have been a pat of butter) and went on to become Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, the only former president to have done so.
So, where have all the fat men gone?
The public ones, I mean.
With the exception of President John Travolta, no contemporary figure of girth has been allowed to scale the heights of public seriousness since the early part of the last century (Raymond Burr might have managed had he not been a Canadian and in a wheelchair).
This explains, I think, Chris Christie’s decision to embrace the Medicaid expansion in Obamacare. He wants to make sure no American, no matter how fat, is forced to endure impersonal, long distance medical analysis, as he did from merciless former White House physician, Connie Mariano, who, um, weighed in on his condition from Colorado, a land so far from New Jersey that not even Sarah Palin could see one from the other. By allowing Medicaid expansion in his state, Christie ensures that every New Jerseyan can have a local doctor to examine him directly, freeing all healthy men, lean or large, no matter how poor, to compete in a Republican free market of heft, in hopes one unlikely New Jerseyan may become the second fat Garden Stater, after Travolta, to take the highest office in the land.
Of course, since Travolta, there has been no bald American president either, and this needs remedying too.
And how about those beards? Once upon a time, beards meant presidential power.
Why, one president even got his beard caught the White House pepper grinder.
Okay, that didn’t happen.
But some people think Taft never got stuck in a bathtub, so all bets are off.