I wanted to do something special showing exactly what President's Day means to me, but, these guys beat me to it. These are artist's representations of how glorious it is to be one of the few American's that can call themselves, Mr. President. You are held in such high regard that even the unicorns come out just to massage you and let you ride on their magical backs.
If someone had shown me these pictures in school, instead of the sad mournful pictures of past presidents, I could have become President.
Now, sadly, I can only dream of what other occupations there are that have a giant mythical creature who will embrace me too.